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 MARY VIRGIN

How came, how came from out thy night

Mary, so much light

And so much gloom:

Who was thy bridegroom?

Thou callest, thou callest and thou hast forgot

That thou the same art not

Who came to me

In thy Virginity.

I am still so blossoming, so young.

How shall I go on tiptoe

From childhood to Annunciation

Through the dim twilight

Into thy Garden. 4