I See His blood upon the Rose.
I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice – and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross is every tree.
Inscription on a Ruin
I stood beside the postern here,
High up above the trampling sea,
In shadow, shrinking from the spear
Of light, not daring hence to flee.
The moon beyond the western cliff
Had passed, and let the shadow fall,
Across the water to the skiff
That came onto the castle wall.
I heard below the murmur of words
Not loud, the splash upon the strand,
And the long cry of darkling birds,
The ivory horn fell from my hand.
fom Squires: Selections from Modern Poetry ( 1927 Secker & Warburg)