Gordon Bottomley - For a Virgin and Child by Sandro Botticelli lyrics

Mysterious mother, what intensitude Of vision makes you minister heedlessly To this your Child? Do shadows prophesy Sorrows for Him on some incredible rood; Or on your exaltation do you brood, Blessed above women, seeking to clarify Heaven's inmost aureole, and satisfy Your wonderings upon God's womanhood? Many, ah! many mothers, worn with care Have wept for unrecorded Calvaries: Can any pa**ion or tears or sobbing prayer Shake you, or will you watch His agonies, Sitting, as when you knew His messenger, With implicate hands, inviolable eyes?