Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage
Tag: cloak
O Christ, thy crown is broke in two pieces:
Give half to me, O give half to me.
O Christ thy cloak is riven in pieces:
Give some to me, O give some to me.
And I will mould a smaller crown,
And patch a cloak for me.
And I shall go down, down,
Down unto the sea.
And the sea shall part for me.
This sark, so fierce, in a trice can shift
To down, cloud-white, that glides above
The sorry squats of thought-bound men.
The wrinkled coast and furrowed lea
Frown as I fare on the road of the swan,
And sing the spells of a soul outgone.
Phillip Medhurst