Tell us, Mary Mother, how it was,
That day in August (was it?),
When He came for you.
“At sunset we saw, John and I,
How the apricots had ripened,
Turning to gold on the wall.
It was that night I fell asleep.
I thought my heart was awake,
that I dreamed of Him as ever,
but (no dream) He was there:
‘Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away!’
His left hand was under my head,
And His right hand embraced me,
And raised me, through light
Full of knowledge and Bodiless Powers,
Until I was there and rested beside Him.
Then I knew with His mind,
And loved with His will,
And felt with His heart,
And was crowned in His Kingdom,
The royalty His, and now mine.
Then, turning, I spoke to the Lamb, to my Son,
‘My Lord and my God,’ (my hour had come!),
‘Wine have they none.’ ”
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