And they prayed with him in the garden,
And bled with him on the tree.
Not ever by longing and dreaming
May they come to him now,
But by the thorns of sorrow
That bruised his kingly brow.
[THE RAINBOW SPANNING A PLANET SHOWER]
The rainbow spanning a planet shower,
The sloe in berry, the flax in flower.
The scholar’s satchel, the beggar’s staff,