POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
She kneels in a nook by the dusty choir,
Shakes the bloom from my dream-mimosa,
I rush to the nook in the choir to greet
The Mater Dolorosa!
Nought, nought was there but a sculptured prayer
Of the Mater Dolorosa.
No more in a trance of my old Romance
Shall I let all my sorrow and sin go;
But I’ll join the graves as they glance and dance
Down—down through the ghastly window,
With column and cross, and banners of moss
Down—down through the Oriel Window!
Point Coupee on the Mississippi, 1861.
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