The Bridegroom's Song

An Advent Poem

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Beloved ('The Bride')

 

I see her coming through the mist
my bride, my longed-for bride
by showers of golden spent leaves kissed
and dreaming of my side

The blood-pooled byways haunt her gait
false echoes drown the true
the glimmer of her rightful fate
is vanished quick as dew

Her sullied skirts are torn and thorns
her errant steps confound
My Mother’s heart the distance mourns
and sues to salve those wounds

The Crook and Mitre blight her sight
stiff doctrine is her yoke
unbending where love lacks the might
celestial fire to stoke

But I am coming through the mist
to meet her in the green
as budding spring unfolds her bliss
transports to lands unseen

And now she’s bonded to my heart
My Bride, my Cherished Bride
and she will never more depart
but in my breast abide

 

Frederic James Shields - The Good Shepherd

Poem from Mysteries of Light collection coming 2017