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Oscar Wilde

San Miniato

SEE, I have climbed the mountain side
Up to this holy house of God,
Where once that Angel—Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,
 
And throned upon the crescent moon
The Virginal white Queen of Grace,—
Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.
 
O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
Mother of Christ! O mystic wife!
My heart is weary of this life
And over—sad to sing again.
 
O crowned by God with love and flame!
O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.

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