<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">Epiphany</h1><h1 align="center" class="head"><em>(For Dora, 1918)</em></h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">She</span> carried frankincense and gold</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">When the Star guided her,</p><p class="line">And in her folded hands so cold</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">She carried myrrh.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Frankincense for the praise she owed,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Gold for her gift was meet,</p><p class="line">But myrrh because so oft her road</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Was bitter-sweet.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Lay her tired body in that earth</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Was holy to her mind!</p><p class="line">But the bird-soul flies in high mirth,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Borne on the wind.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">It tosses in the Irish skies</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Awhile, so small and white,</p><p class="line">Ere it is gone -- swiftly it flies</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">Into the light.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">She has gone in with the Three Kings,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">In silk and miniver;</p><p class="line">The gold, the frankincense she brings,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:4%">The sharp-sweet myrrh.</p></div></body></html> · Great War