Sweet Watcher By The Wounded

Sweet watcher by the wounded; undefiled
Pitier, in whom earth's fallen might behold
The crystal's purity without its cold;
Pale, passionate weeper o'er a princely child;
Thoughtful and thorough learner of the mild
But difficult lesson Charity can unfold;
Calm, honest thinker, gently overbold,
Who for a little trod the glacial wild
Of doubt, but found it more than doubly sweet
After the silence of that frozen sea,
After the absence of Christ's living face,
To clasp with her cut hands the bleeding feet.
More beauty than in beauty's self may be
In thought-won faith and grief which angels trace.