Religion
Thou Comest Down to Die
From A Selection from the Poems of Michael Field (1923)
Religion
Thou comest down to die.
Each day to die for me;
Halting with feet that fly
Down from the Trinity.
How beautiful Thy Feet,
Even as Hermes' are,
That Thou shouldst run so fleet
To Golgotha!
Each day another girds
And binds Thee to the Wood,
sing, as singing birds,
The glory of Thy Mood.
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Codex Note
From Mystic Trees, as marked in the 1923 Selection.
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MLA
Field, Michael. “Thou Comest Down to Die.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/207/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “Thou Comest Down to Die.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/207/.
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