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Coventry Patmore (Ковентри Патмор (Пэтмор))


Regina Cœle


Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see
In a mild, silent little Maid like thee?
And was it awful, in that narrow house,
With God for Babe and Spouse?
Nay, like thy simple, female sort, each one
Apt to find Him in Husband and in Son,
Nothing to thee came strange in this.
Thy wonder was but wondrous bliss:
Wondrous, for, though
True Virgin lives not but does know,
(Howbeit none ever yet confess'd,)
That God lies really in her breast,
Of thine He made His special nest!
And so
All mothers worship little feet,
And kiss the very ground they've trod;
But, ah, thy little Baby sweet
Who was indeed thy God! 



Coventry Patmore's other poems:
  1. Deliciae Sapientiae de Amore
  2. The After-Glow
  3. The Barren Shore
  4. L’allegro
  5. The Azalea


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