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Fra Paolo since they say the end is near	A
And you of all men have the gentlest eyes	B
Most like our father Francis since you know	C
How I have toiled and prayed and scourged and striven	D
Mothered the orphan waked beside the sick	E
Gone empty that mine enemy might eat	F
Given bread for stones in famine years and channelled	F
With vigilant knees the pavement of this cell	G
Till I constrained the Christ upon the wall	H
To bend His thorn crowned Head in mute forgiveness	I
Three times He bowed it but the whole stands writ	F
Sealed with the Bishop's signet as you know	C
Once for each person of the Blessed Three	J
A miracle that the whole town attests	K
The very babes thrust forward for my blessing	L
And either parish plotting for my bones	M
Since this you know sit near and bear with me	J
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I have lain here these many empty days	N
I thought to pack with Credos and Hail Marys	N
So close that not a fear should force the door	O
But still between the blessed syllables	N
That taper up like blazing angel heads	N
Praise over praise to the Unutterable	H
Strange questions clutch me thrusting fiery arms	N
As though athwart the close meshed litanies	N
My dead should pluck at me from hell with eyes	N
Alive in their obliterated faces	N
I have tried the saints' names and our blessed Mother's	N
Fra Paolo I have tried them o'er and o'er	P
And like a blade bent backward at first thrust	F
They yield and fail me and the questions stay	F
And so I thought into some human heart	F
Pure and yet foot worn with the tread of sin	Q
If only I might creep for sanctuary	J
It might be that those eyes would let me rest	F
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Fra Paolo listen How should I forget	F
The day I saw him first You know the one	D
I had been laughing in the market place	N
With others like me I the youngest there	R
Jostling about a pack of mountebanks	N
Like flies on carrion I the youngest there	R
Till darkness fell and while the other girls	N
Turned this way that way as perdition beckoned	F
I wondering what the night would bring half hoping	L
If not this once a child's sleep in my garret	F
At least enough to buy that two pronged coral	H
The others covet 'gainst the evil eye	S
Since after all one sees that I'm the youngest	F
So muttering my litany to hell	H
The only prayer I knew that was not Latin	D
Felt on my arm a touch as kind as yours	N
And heard a voice as kind as yours say Come	T
I turned and went and from that day I never	P
Looked on the face of any other man	U
So much is known so much effaced the sin	Q
Cast like a plague struck body to the sea	N
Deep deep into the unfathomable pardon	D
The Head bowed thrice as the whole town attests	N
What more then To what purpose Bear with me	N
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It seems that he a stranger in the place	N
First noted me that afternoon and wondered	F
How grew so white a bud in such black slime	V
And why not mine the hand to pluck it out	F
Why so Christ deals with souls you cry what then	W
Not so Not so When Christ the heavenly gardener	P
Plucks flowers for Paradise do I not know	C
He snaps the stem above the root and presses	N
The ransomed soul between two convent walls	N
A lifeless blossom in the Book of Life	X
But when my lover gathered me he lifted	F
Stem root and all ay and the clinging mud	F
And set me on his sill to spread and bloom	Y
After the common way take sun and rain	Z
And make a patch of brightness for the street	F
Though raised above rough fingers so you make	A2
A weed a flower and others passing think	B2
Next ditch I cross I'll lift a root from it	F
And dress my window and the blessing spreads	N
Well so I grew with every root and tendril	H
Grappling the secret anchorage of his love	C2
And so we loved each other till he died	F
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Ah that black night he left me that dead dawn	D2
I found him lying in the woods alive	E2
To gasp my name out and his life blood with it	F
As though the murderer's knife had probed for me	N
In his hacked breast and found me in each wound	F
Well it was there Christ came to me you know	C
And led me home just as that other led me	N
Just as that other Father bear with me	N
My lover's death they tell me saved my soul	H
And I have lived to be a light to men	W
And gather sinners to the knees of grace	N
All this you say the Bishop's signet covers	N
But stay Suppose my lover had not died	F
At last my question Father help me face it	F
I say Suppose my lover had not died	F
Think you I ever would have left him living	L
Even to be Christ's blessed Margaret	F
We lived in sin Why to the sin I died to	F
That other was as Paradise when God	F
Walks there at eventide the air pure gold	F
And angels treading all the grass to flowers	N
He was my Christ he led me out of hell	H
He died to save me so your casuists say	N
Could Christ do more Your Christ out pity mine	F2
Why yours but let the sinner bathe His feet	F
Mine raised her to the level of his heart	F
And then Christ's way is saving as man's way	N
Is squandering and the devil take the shards	N
But this man kept for sacramental use	N
The cup that once had slaked a passing thirst	F
This man declared The same clay serves to model	H
A devil or a saint the scribe may stain	Z
The same fair parchment with obscenities	N
Or gild with benedictions nay he cried	F
Because a satyr feasted in this wood	F
And fouled the grasses with carousing foot	F
Shall not a hermit build his chapel here	G2
And cleanse the echoes with his litanies	N
The sodden grasses spring again why not	F
The trampled soul Is man less merciful	H
Than nature good more fugitive than grass	N
And so if after all he had not died	F
And suddenly that door should know his hand	F
And with that voice as kind as yours he said	F
Come Margaret forth into the sun again	W
Back to the life we fashioned with our hands	N
Out of old sins and follies fragments scorned	F
Of more ambitious builders yet by Love	C2
The patient architect so shaped and fitted	F
That not a crevice let the winter in	Q
Think you my bones would not arise and walk	H2
This bruised body as once the bruised soul	H
Turn from the wonders of the seventh heaven	D
As from the antics of the market place	N
If this could be as I so oft have dreamed	F
I who have known both loves divine and human	D
Think you I would not leave this Christ for that	F
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I rave you say You start from me Fra Paolo	C
Go then your going leaves me not alone	I2
I marvel rather that I feared the question	D
Since now I name it it draws near to me	N
With such dear reassurance in its eyes	N
And takes your place beside me	N
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Nay I tell you	F
Fra Paolo I have cried on all the saints	N
If this be devil's prompting let them drown it	F
In Alleluias Yet not one replies	N
And for the Christ there is He silent too	F
Your Christ Poor father you that have but one	D
And that one silent how I pity you	F
He will not answer Will not help you cast	F
The devil out But hangs there on the wall	H
Blind wood and bone	I2
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How if I call on Him	J2
I whom He talks with as the town attests	N
If ever prayer hath ravished me so high	S
That its wings failed and dropped me in Thy breast	F
Christ I adjure Thee By that naked hour	P
Of innermost commixture when my soul	H
Contained Thee as the paten holds the host	F
Judge Thou alone between this priest and me	N
Nay rather Lord between my past and present	F
Thy Margaret and that other's whose she is	N
By right of salvage and whose call should follow	C
Thine Silent still Or his who stooped to her	P
And drew her to Thee by the bands of love	C2
Not Thine Then his	N
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Ah Christ the thorn crowned Head	F
Bends bends again down on your knees	N
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Fra Paolo	C
If his then Thine	F2
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Kneel priest for this is heaven	D

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