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IN SAINT-JACQUES

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                        TIRED with the sunlight, her eyes close in prayer,
                           A little heap before a waxen saint ;
                        Heaven above heaven, the starry hosts are there,
                           The wind of odorous wings, beating, breathes faint.

                        Ah, she is old, and the world’s ways are rough,
                           She has grown old with sorrow, year by year ;
                        She is alone : yet is it not enough
                           To be alone with God, as she is here ?

                        Here, in the shadowy chapel, where I stand,
                           An alien, at the door, and see within
                        Bent head and benediction of the hand,
                           And may not, though I long to enter in.

                        Sightless, she sees the angels thronging her,
                           She sees descending on her from above
                        The Blessed Vision for her comforter :
                           But I can see no vision, only Love.

                        I have believed in Love, and Love’s untrue :
                           Bid me believe, and bring me to your saint,
                        Woman ! and let me come and kneel with you ! . . .
                           But I should see only the wax and paint.

                                                                              ARTHUR SYMONS.

MLA citation:

Symons, Arthur. “In Saint-Jacques.” The Savoy vol. 6, October 1896, p. 31. Savoy Digital Edition, edited by Christopher Keep and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2018-2020. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/savoyv6-symons-jacques/