San Miniato

Oscar Wilde

    See, I have climbed the mountain side
    Up to this holy house of God,
    Where once that Angel-Painter trod
Who saw the heavens opened wide,

    And throned upon the crescent moon
    The Virginal white Queen of Grace,--
    Mary! could I but see thy face
Death could not come at all too soon.

    O crowned by God with thorns and pain!
    Mother of Christ! O mystic wife! 10
    My heart is weary of this life
And over-sad to sing again.

    O crowned by God with love and flame!
    O crowned by Christ the Holy One!
    O listen ere the searching sun
Show to the world my sin and shame.