Star over Bethlehem - Agatha Christie [35]
What then is growing
This day of Spring?
Love that is lonely,
Love far away,
Ah! could I only
See you for a day.
Love-that-lies-bleeding
And love-in-the-mist,
Tulips that need you
Still staying unkist.
You are my heart, love,
And you are my life,
We are apart, love,
And I am your wife.
God then have pity
And bring you to me
Here in the city
From over the sea.
When you come home, love,
What words will there be?
You will say “Sunflower”
And say it to me.
Enchantment
I LOST my love, she left me.
My fair love,
My false love,
My fair false love.
I wandered to the Fairy Hills,
I cried to them to mend my ills,
I called to my lost love,
My fair love, my false love.
I saw a Fairy Lady there
With long white hands and drowning hair …
And oh!—her face was wild and sweet,
Was sweet and wild,
Was wild and strange and fair …
Her eyes looked past me,
Through me and beyond me,
Seeking for a vanished Fairy Lover.
I walked by her side there,
Down a Fairy Ride there,
Seeking for a vanished Fairy Lover.
I cried to the Hills there
That they should mend my ills there,
I called to my lost love,
My fair love, my false fair love.
But the Fairy Lady by my side
She neither spoke nor moaned nor cried
But pushed aside her drowning hair
And oh! her face was wild and sweet
And sweet and wild and fair …
And now I am at home again
And many seek to ease my pain
They say in time I shall forget
My fair love,
My false love,
My fair false love …
And no one knows to look at me
That all the time I only see
Two long white hands and drowning hair
And oh! a face so wild and strange and fair …
Jenny by the Sky
(From Star over Bethlehem)
COME down to me, Jenny, come down from the hill,
Come down to me here where I wait,
Come down to my arms, to my lips, my desire,
Come down all my hunger to sate.
But Jenny walks lonely, her head in the air,
She walks on the hilltop, the wind in her hair,
She will not come down to me, loud though I cry,
She walks with the wind, upturned face to the sky …
In the cool of the evening I walked in the glade,
And there I met God … and I was not afraid.
Together we walked in the depths of the wood
And together we looked at the things we had made,
Together we looked—and we saw they were good …
God made the World and the stars set on high,
The Galaxies rushing, none knows where or why.
God fashioned the Cosmos, the Universe wide,
And the hills and the valleys, the birds in the wood,
God made them and loved them, and saw they were good …
And I—have made Jenny! To walk on the hill.
She will not come down to me loud though I cry;
She walks there for ever, her face to the sky,
She will not come down though I call her,
She will not come down to my greed,
She is as I dreamed her … and made her
Of my loving and longing and need …
With my mind and my heart I made Jenny,
I made her of love and desire,
I made her to walk on the hilltop
In loneliness, beauty and fire …
In the cool of the evening I walked in the wood
And God walked beside me …
We both understood.
Verses of Nowadays
From a Grown-up to a Child
THE fairies talk to little girls,
They push aside their golden curls
And whisper in a shell-pink ear—
But what they say we cannot hear.
We grown-ups are so tall and proud
And fairies hate to shout aloud.
The fairies run along the ground
And baby girls can hear the sound,
They double up, and crow and kick
And beg their mothers to look quick.
But when we look, they’ve always past,
The little fairies run so fast.
The fairies stay awake all night
So little girls need take no fright,
For if the night light does go out