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Who walked between the violet and the violetWho walked betweenThe various ranks of varied greenGoing in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,Talking of trivial thingsIn ignorance and in knowledge of eternal dolourWho moved among the others as they walked,Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs
Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sandIn blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour,Sovegna vos
Here are the years that walk between, bearingAway the fiddles and the flutes, restoringOne who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing
White light folded, sheathed about her, folded.The new years walk, restoringThrough a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoringWith a new verse the ancient rhyme. RedeemThe time. RedeemThe unread vision in the higher dreamWhile jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.
The silent sister veiled in white and blueBetween the yews, behind the garden god,Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word
But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang downRedeem the time, redeem the dreamThe token of the word unheard, unspoken
Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew
And after this our exile