Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Susan Mitchell (18661926)357. The Living Chalice
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Timid and proud and curiously dressed
In vestures by her hand wrought wondrously;
An eager burning heart she gave to me.
The Bridgeroom’s Feast was set and I drew nigh—
Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by.
In dreams I saw the wondrous Cup of Flame.
Ah, Divine Chalice, how my heart drank deep,
Waking I sought the Love I knew asleep.
The Feast of Life was set and I drew nigh—
Master of Life, Thy Cup has passed me by.
Growing within the Ruby Radiant Tree,
Sharp pain hath wrung the Clusters of my Vine;
My heart is rose-red with its brimméd wine.
Thou hast new-set the Feast and I draw nigh—
Master of Life, take me, Thy Cup am I.