Amphora

Prologue

MOTHER and maiden! on the natal night

Embowered in bliss of roses red and white,

Westward three Magi move to minister

To Him with gold and frankincense and myrrh.

 

Those Pagans gazing on the Heavenly Host

Were blest of FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST;

And me, though I be as an heathen Mage,

Thou wilt accept in this my pious page.