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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Mary Magdalene At The Door Of Simon The Pharisee.
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“WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
Nay, be thou all a rose,—wreath, lips, and cheek.
Nay, not this house,—that banquet-house we seek;
See how they kiss and enter; come thou there.
This delicate day of love we two will share
Till at our ear love`s whispering night shall speak.
What, sweet one,—hold`st thou still the foolish freak?
Nay, when I kiss thy feet they`ll leave the stair.”
“Oh loose me! Seest thou not my Bridegroom`s face
That draws me to Him? For His feet my kiss,
My hair, my tears He craves to-day:—and oh!
What words can tell what other day and place
Shall see me clasp those blood-stained feet of His?
He needs me, calls me, loves me: let me go!”
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