Tears of Isis
WHEN Isis, by her mother love oppressed,
Held wounded Horus to her goddess breast,
Each tear that touched the sympathetic earth
To some rich, aromatic herb gave birth.
Held wounded Horus to her goddess breast,
Each tear that touched the sympathetic earth
To some rich, aromatic herb gave birth.
Such healing sprang from her celestial pain,
Mortals no longer seek relief in vain ;
Often as spring awakes the slumbering years,
In wood and meadow blossom Isis’ tears.
Mortals no longer seek relief in vain ;
Often as spring awakes the slumbering years,
In wood and meadow blossom Isis’ tears.
O goddess of the starry lotus bloom,
Thou didst foreshadow many a lonely doom, —
Thy sorrow by divinest alchemy
Could comfort others : who could comfort thee ?
Thou didst foreshadow many a lonely doom, —
Thy sorrow by divinest alchemy
Could comfort others : who could comfort thee ?
Frances L. Mace.