Thursday, March 17, 2022

From The Hermit's Song


 


I wish, O Son of the living God, O ancient, eternal 
     King,
For a hidden little hut in the wilderness that it
     be my dwelling.

An all-grey lithe little lark to be by its
     side,
A clear pool to wash away sins through the grace
     of the Holy Spirit.

Quite near, a beautiful wood around it on every
     side,
To nurse many-voice birds, hiding it with its
     shelter.

A southern aspect for warmth, a little brook across
     its floor,
A choice land with many gracious gifts such as be
     good for every plant. 

...

This is the husbandry I would take, I would choose,
     and will not hide it:
Fragrant leek, hens, salmon, trout, bees.

Raiment and food enough for me from the King
     of fair fame,
And I to be sitting for a while praying God in
     every place.

- Anonymous (Courtesy of Kuno Meyer)

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