A DIRGE.
Reading edition
I.
Art thou lonely in thy tomb? Art thou cold in such a gloom? Rouse thee, then, and make me room,— Miserere Domine!
II.
Phantoms vex thy virgin sleep, Nameless things around thee creep, Yet be patient, do not weep,— Miserere Domine!
III.
O be faithful! O be brave! Naught shall harm thee in thy grave; Let the restless spirits rave,— Miserere Domine!
IV.
When my pilgrimage is done, When the grace of God is won, I will come to thee, my nun,— Miserere Domine!
V.
Like a priest in flowing vest, Like a pale, unbidden guest, I will come to thee and rest,— Miserere Domine!
