Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/The Christening
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THE CHRISTENING.
In vain we broider cap and cloak, and fold
The long robe, white and rare;
In vain we serve on dishes of red gold,
Perhaps, the rich man's fare;
In vain we bid the fabled folk who bring
All gifts the world holds sweet:
This one, forsooth, shall give the child to sing;
To move like music this shall charm its feet;
This help the cheek to blush, the heart to beat.
The long robe, white and rare;
In vain we serve on dishes of red gold,
Perhaps, the rich man's fare;
In vain we bid the fabled folk who bring
All gifts the world holds sweet:
This one, forsooth, shall give the child to sing;
To move like music this shall charm its feet;
This help the cheek to blush, the heart to beat.
Unto the christening there shall surely come
The Uninvited Guest,
The evil mother, weird and wise, with some
Sad purpose in her breast.
Yea, and though every spinning-wheel be stilled
In all the country round,
Behold, the prophecy must be fulfilled;
The turret with the spindle will be found,
And the white hand will reach and take the wound.
The Uninvited Guest,
The evil mother, weird and wise, with some
Sad purpose in her breast.
Yea, and though every spinning-wheel be stilled
In all the country round,
Behold, the prophecy must be fulfilled;
The turret with the spindle will be found,
And the white hand will reach and take the wound.