65' The blessed damozel.
1. The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
2. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift,
For service meetly worn; Her hair that lay along her back
Was yellow like ripe corn.
3. Her seemed she scarce had been a day
One of God's choristers; The wonder was not yet quite gone
From that still look of hers; Albeit, to them she left, her day
Had counted as ten years.
4. (To one, it is ten years of years.
. . . Yet now, and in this place, Surely she leaned o'er me — her hair
Feil all about my face .... Nothing: the autumn-fall of leaves.
The whole year sets apace).
5. It was the rampart of God's house
That she was standing on; By God built over the sheer depth,
The which is Space begun; So high, that looking downward thence
She scarce could see the sun.
6. It lies in Heaven across the flood
Of ether as a bridge. Beneath, the tides of day and night
With name and darkness ridge The void, as low as where this earth
Spins like a fretful midge. kalff, Bloemlezing van lyrische poëzie. 5