Babylon is fallen, fallen,
And never shall be known again!
Drunken with the blood of my belovèd,
And trampling on the sons of men.
But God is awake and aware of thee,
And sharply shines His sword,
Where over the earth spring suddenly
The hidden hosts of the Lord;
Armies of right and of righteousness,
Huge hosts, unseen, unknown:
And thy pomp, and thy revellings, and glory,
Where the wind goes, they are gone.
L. A. G. STRONG
(WADHAM)
FROST
UNNATURAL foliage pales the trees,
Frost in compassion of their death
Has kissed them, and his icy breath
Proclaims and silvers their election.
Death, wert thou beautiful as these,
We scarce would pray for resurrection.
VERA VENVSTAS
Corporis
PROUD Eastern Queene,
Borne forth in splendour to thy buriall.
What need of gems
To deck thee? Bear the Tyrian gauds aside.
Thy own dead loveliness outshines the pride
Of diadems.
Animæ
O splendid hearte,
Scorned and afflicted, still thou needest not
Comfort of me.
What matter though the body be uncouthe
Wherein thou art? Fear not. He seeth truth
Who gave it thee.