Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
\nEnough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
\nArise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
\nWhite as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
\nUndress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
\nAnd be alone, hush’d mortal, in the sacred night,
\n-A meadow whipt flat with the rain, a cup
\nEmptied and clean, a garment washed and folded up,
\nFaded in colour, thinned almost to raggedness
\nBy dirt and by the washing of that dirtiness.
\nBe not too quickly warm again. Lie cold; consent
\nTo weariness’ and pardon’s watery element.
\nDrink up the bitter water, breathe the chilly death;
\nSoon enough comes the riot of our blood and breath. (Hat tip:BH)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven. Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go, White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow, Undress with small, cold fingers…<\/span><\/p>\n