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THE BURNING
And when she did not sink, that was the helpShe had from Satan . . . who her father is. . . .. . . I have done well, I pattered many prayers. . . A bede-role[1] of good deeds . . . and this was one. . .
The dying sun shines thro' the coloured glass,Matthew and Mark and John are pictured there.. . . Within my mouth God's wine tastes salt of tearsUpon my tongue God's wafer chokes with dust . . .
And still between the flames I see her eyes. . .
- ↑ Bede-role (old English word for rosary)
