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Vitus came tripping over the grass	A
When all the leaves in the trees were green	B
Through the green meadows he did pass	A
On the day he was full seventeen	B
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The lark was singing up over his head	C
As he went by so lithe and fleet	D
And the flowers danced in white and red	C
At the treading of his nimble feet	D
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His neck was as brown as the brown earth is	E
When first the young brown plough boys delve it	F
And his lips were as red as mulberries	E
And his eyes were like the soft black velvet	G
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His silk brown hair was touched with bronze	E
And his brown cheeks had the tender hue	H
That like a dress the brown earth dons	E
When the pink carnations bloom anew	H
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He was slim as the reeds that sway all along	I
The banks of the lake and as straight as a rush	J
And as he passed he sang a song	I
And his voice was as sweet as the voice of a thrush	J
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He sang of the Gardens of Paradise	E
And the light of God that never grows dim	K
And the cherubim with their radiant eyes	E
And the rainbow wings of the Seraphim	K
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And the host as countless as all days	E
That worships there and ceases not	L
Singing and praising God always	E
With lute and flute and angelot	L
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And the blessed light of Mary's face	E
As she sits among these pleasant sounds	E
And Christ that is the Prince of Grace	E
And the five red flowers that be His wounds	E
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And so he went till he came to the doors	E
Of the ivory house of his father the King	M
And all through the golden corridors	E
As he passed along he ceased to sing	M
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But a pagan priest had seen him pass	E
And heard his voice as he went along	I
Through the fields of the bending grass	E
And he heard the words of the holy song	I
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And he sought the King where he sat on his throne	N
And the tears of wrath were in his eyes	E
And he said ' O Sire be it known	N
That thy son singeth in this wise	E
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'Of the blessed light of Mary's face	E
As she sits amidst sweet pleasant sounds	E
And how that Christ is the Prince of Grace	E
And hath five flowers that be His wounds '	-
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And when the King had heard this thing	M
His brow grew black as a winter night	L
And he bade the pages seek and bring	M
Straightway the prince before his sight	L
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And Vitus came before the King	M
And the King cried out ' I pray thee son	O
Sing now the song that thou didst sing	M
When thou cam'st through the fields anon '	-
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And the face of the prince grew white as milk	P
And he answered nought but under the band	L
That held his doublet of purple silk	P
Round his slight waist he thrust his hand	L
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And the King picked up a spear and cried	L
' What hast thou there by the waters of Styx	E
Speak or I strike ' and the boy replied	L
' Sweet Sire it is a crucifix '	-
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And the King grew black with rage and grief	Q
And for a full moment he spake no word	L
And the spear in his right hand shook like a leaf	Q
And the vein on his brow was a tight blue cord	L
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Then he laughed and said in bitter scorn	R
' Take me this Christian fool from my sight	L
Lock him in the turret till the morn	R
And let him dance alone to night	L
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'He shall sit in the dark while the courtly ball	S
All the gay night sweeps up and down	T
On the polished floor of the golden hall	S
And thus shall he win his martyr's crown '	-
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Thus spake the King and the courtiers smiled	L
And Vitus hung his head for shame	K
And he thought ' I am punished like a child	L
That would have died for Christ's dear Name '	-
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And so 'twas done and on that night	L
While silk and sword with fan and flower	U
Danced in the hall in the golden light	L
Prince Vitus sat in the lone dark tower	U
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But the King bethought him and was moved	L
Ere the short summer night was done	O
And his heart's blood yearned for the son he loved	L
His dainty prince his only son	O
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And all alone he climbed the stair	V
With the tired feet of a sceptred King	M
And came to the door and lo he was 'ware	V
Of the sound of flute and lute playing	M
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And as the King stood there amazed	L
The iron door flew open wide	L
And the King fell down on his knees as he gazed	L
At the wondrous thing he saw inside	L
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For the room was filled with a soft sweet light	L
Of ambergris and apricot	L
And round the walls were angels bright	L
With lute and flute and angelot	L
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On lute and angelot they played	L
With their gold heads bowed upon the strings	E
And the soft wind that the slim flutes made	L
Stirred in the feathers of their wings	E
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And in the midst serene and sweet	L
With God's light on his countenance	E
Was Vitus with his gold shod feet	L
Dancing in a courtly dance	E
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And round him were archangels four	V
Michael who guards God's citadel	W
Raphael whom children still implore	V
And Gabriel and Uriel	W
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Thus long ago was Christ's behest	L
And the saving grace that His red wounds be	X
Unto this king made manifest	L
And all his land of Sicily	X
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God sits within the highest Heaven	O
His mercy neither tires nor faints	E
All good gifts that may be given	O
He gives unto His holy Saints	E
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This was the joy that Vitus gat	L
To dance with Angels knee by knee	X
Before he came to man's estate	L
God send us all such Company	X
Amen	Y

Lord Alfred Douglas

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