And the darkening field is the place for love—
Come down, my lovely, come down, my dear,
And show me beauty and give me love.”
But Mary Magdalene still stands at the window,
And the dusk is white on her tear-stained face,
For the Preacher has broken her heart, and it turns
To the Word that freezes, the Word that burns,
The Word that is Flesh in the market-place,
Where the Preacher’s voice through the silence burns.
From Horeham Road to Boreham Street