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The Tale of Beatrice (1927)

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P. Geyl



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poëzie

Subgenre

marialegende
vertaling: Nederlands / Engels


© zie Auteursrecht en gebruiksvoorwaarden.

The Tale of Beatrice

(1927)–Anoniem Beatrijs–rechtenstatus Auteursrecht onbekend

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[pagina 1]
[p. 1]

[The Tale of Beatrice]

 
FROM poetry I win little gain,
 
My friends advise me to refrain
 
From labouring poems for to make,
 
But for her glorious virtue's sake
 
Who was mother and still virgin,
 
Will I a fair miracle begin,
 
Which God allowed for no idle whim,
 
But to honour Mary who suckled him,
 
'Tis of a nun that I will now
 
This poem tell. May God allow
 
That I my object may achieve
 
And relate all things, so believe,
 
After the truth full honestly,
 
As brother Ghisbert told it me,
 
A pious Williamite now dead,
 
Who found it in the books he read,
 
He was an ancient, grey-haired man,
 
The nun of whom this tale began
[pagina 2]
[p. 2]
 
Was of courteous manner and subtle mind.
 
Methinks that never would you find
 
The like of her in all your days
 
For beauty and for courteous ways.
 
Yet for me her limbs to praise
 
Were a thing that would become me ill;
 
But what task she did fulfil
 
In the convent where the habit she wore,
 
That will I tell you and no more.
 
She was the vergeress, you must know.
 
She was neither lazy nor slow.
 
At her work she was quick and snell.
 
In church she was wont to ring the bell.
 
The lights and the ornament she tended,
 
And roused the convent when night was ended,
 
Not without love ran this lady's life,
 
Love, who with man, maid or wife,
 
Will often work strange happenings.
 
Ugly disgrace at times she brings.
 
And sorrow and despair no less;
 
At times high joy and happiness,
 
A fool she doth of the wise man make,
[pagina 3]
[p. 3]
 
That his own fortunes he doth break,
 
Whether he likes or likes it not,
 
Some she so stresses that they wot
 
Neither how to be silent nor speak the word
 
They hope will win them their reward.
 
Many a one doth Love o'erthrow
 
Who riseth but when she wills it so.
 
Some are by love made generous,
 
Who ne'er would use their riches thus
 
Were it not that Love did ask her toll.
 
Next, such there are of constant soul
 
Who what they have, be it more or less,
 
Sorrow, joy and happiness,
 
For Love's sake make it common all.
 
Such love faithful love I call.
 
I could not tell you if I would
 
How much bad fortune and how much good
 
From the deep wells of Love doth run.
 
Therefore we must not blame this nun
 
That she could not escape nor slip
 
From Love, who held her in firm grip.
 
For always doth the Devil desire
[pagina 4]
[p. 4]
 
To tempt us; nor of his tricks will tire,
 
Neither by day nor yet by night.
 
Late and early he tries his might.
 
With wicked wiles, as he well knew how,
 
He tempted the nun to break her vow.
 
He pressed her so, she could bear no more.
 
She prayed to God and did implore
 
He would comfort her for mercy's sake.
 
She said: ‘My heart with love doth ache.
 
'Tis wounded with strong Love's fierce woe.
 
He knows it who all things doth know,
 
He from whom nought can be hidden away,
 
He knows weakness will make me stray.
 
Alas, this life I must resign
 
And here lay down this habit of mine.’
 
Now hear what afterwards befell.
 
She sent to the youth she loved so well
 
That he come to her as soon as he may,
 
And tarry not upon the way,
 
If his own good he would pursue.
 
A letter it was both sweet and true.
 
The messenger to the young man sped.
[pagina 5]
[p. 5]
 
He took the letter and he read
 
What she had written, his sweet friend.
 
Ahl there his joy might have no end!
 
He made haste to go to her.
 
Since they were but in their twelfth year
 
Had Love bent to her will these two
 
And made them suffer grievous woe.
 
He rode as fast as he could spur
 
To the convent and there looked for her.
 
He sat him down at the little window
 
And would fain, if it might be so,
 
See his love - that was his aim.
 
She tarried not long before she came.
 
At the little window that was barred
 
With iron cross-bars, strong and hard,
 
Did these two lovers converse hold.
 
They sighed full many times untold,
 
Where he sat without and she within,
 
Their hearts caught fast in Love's strong gin.
 
So there they sat a long long time,
 
Nor could I tell you in my rhyme
 
How oft their cheeks did change their blee.
[pagina 6]
[p. 6]
 
‘Ah woe is me’, she said ‘ay me!
 
O chosen love, I suffer so,
 
Do speak to me a word or two,
 
Which comfort to my heart may give,
 
For you are my comfort while I live.
 
Here in my heart I feel Love's arrow
 
So that I suffer grievous sorrow.
 
No joy is left for me on earth,
 
Unless you thence may wrench it forthl’
 
With feeling did he answer thus:
 
‘For many years hath Love ruled us,
 
You know it well, my dearest heart:
 
Love has been all our life's chief part.
 
Yet had we never so much relief
 
As to steal one kiss, however brief.
 
Lady Venus, the goddess famed,
 
By God our Lord may she be damned,
 
Because she made this folly ours
 
And has caused two such lovely flowers
 
Sadly to wither away and fade.
 
Dear love, could I but you persuade
 
The habit you now wear to doff,
[pagina 7]
[p. 7]
 
Would you but let me carry you off,
 
And appoint an hour for us to fly,
 
Then would I ride in haste to buy
 
Goodly clothes all made of wool,
 
And have them lined with beautiful
 
And costly fur, both coat and dress.
 
I will forsake you in no distress.
 
Sweet hours and bitter, far and near,
 
Will I adventure with you, dear.
 
To pledge this word, love, take my faith.’
 
‘Chosen friend’, the maiden saith,
 
‘I will fain accept it, and I will
 
Go with you far away until
 
Within this convent none shall know
 
Whither we two away did go.
 
From this night you must count nights eight,
 
Then come here and without await
 
My coming in the orchard there.
 
Therein are trees full many and fair.
 
Under an eglantine abide
 
Until I come. I'll be your bride
 
And I will go wherever you crave.
[pagina 8]
[p. 8]
 
Unless it be for sickness grave
 
Or other matter too strong for me,
 
I shall come thither, most certainly,
 
And of you I earnestly desire
 
That you come thither, dear esquire.’
 
This to each other promised they.
 
He said goodbye and went his way,
 
To where his horse for him abode.
 
Into the saddle he sprang and rode
 
Joyfully toward the town,
 
Over a field, up hill and down.
 
His promise he did not forget.
 
Next day fine blue cloth and scarlet
 
From a rich merchant of the town
 
He bought, and out of it a gown
 
He bade them cut, for her to wear,
 
Likewise a hood and mantle fair.
 
These were lined as they should be:
 
No better and costlier fur could you see
 
Inside women's dress in all your days,
 
All those who saw it gave it praise,
 
Jewels and finery untold,
[pagina 9]
[p. 9]
 
Knives and belts and rings of gold,
 
Bags and caps, all that brides desire
 
Were bought for his love by this young esquire.
 
Then taking with him five hundred mark,
 
One evening secretly after dark
 
Toward her out of the town he rode,
 
On his horse the precious load
 
Of all the gifts which you have heard.
 
Towards the convent the young man spurred,
 
To the orchard as she had said.
 
Under an eglantine broad spread,
 
Down in the flowering grass he lay,
 
Until his love should come that way.
 
 
 
Of him now will I leave the tale
 
And tell you of the maiden frail.
 
Ere midnight matins did she ring;
 
Love caused her heavy suffering;
 
And when matins had been sung,
 
Both by the old and by the young
 
Who in that convent then did stay,
 
And when to the dormitory they
[pagina 10]
[p. 10]
 
Together had all gone back again,
 
Alone in the choir did she remain
 
And there to Mary her prayers bid,
 
As oftentimes before she did.
 
In front of the altar did she kneel,
 
And like one who doth great anguish feel:
 
‘Mary mother’, she said, ‘sweet name,
 
No longer can I in this same
 
Nun's habit let my body dwell.
 
At all moments you know full well
 
Man's heart in all its. Joys and cares.
 
I have fasted and said prayers,
 
And I have practised discipline:
 
It is all in vain that I do pine.
 
Love has caught me fast and downward hurled,
 
So that I now must serve the world.
 
As truly as my heart believes
 
That you, dear Lord, between two thieves
 
Were tortured once upon the cross,
 
And that you wakened Lazarus
 
From death, as in his grave he lay,
 
So may you know my need, I pray,
[pagina 11]
[p. 11]
 
And my misdeed forgive, I must
 
In grievous sins, alas, be lost,’
 
After this she went from the choir
 
Toward a statue (in rich attire
 
Mary, mother of God, stood there);
 
She knelt before it and said her prayer.
 
‘Mary’, she said in a voice not faint,
 
‘Day and night have I made complaint
 
Before you of my grievous lot.
 
I am none the better, not one jot.
 
My wits would tumble all astray,
 
Did I in this habit longer stay.’
 
There and then she took off hood and gown.
 
On our lady's altar she laid them down.
 
Then she did take off her shoes.
 
Now listen what she further does.
 
She hangs the keys of the sacristy
 
In front of the image of Mary.
 
Truthfully now my story tells
 
Why there she left them and nowhere else.
 
If they looked for them at prime,
 
There would they find them In shortest time.
[pagina 12]
[p. 12]
 
It is right, and always will. be so,
 
That who past our lady's image go
 
Up unto her their eyes should raise
 
Saying ‘ave’ ere they go their ways:
 
‘Ave Maria’, of that she thought,
 
And that is why there the keys she put.
 
And now of hard necessity
 
All bare but for a shift went she
 
To where a little door she knew,
 
Which she opened and glanced through,
 
And anxiously peered all around.
 
Then she slipped through without a sound.
 
Into the orchard she came with fear.
 
The young man saw her, and when she was near
 
He said: ‘Love, be not afraid,
 
I am your friend, come to your aid.’
 
When they were together in such wise,
 
She blushed to stand before his eyes
 
With nothing but her shift to wear
 
And with head and feet all bare.
 
Quoth he: ‘None's fairer, dear, than you.
 
The finest garments are your due.
[pagina 13]
[p. 13]
 
But be not wroth with me, I pray:
 
I will give you some without delay.’
 
Then under the eglantine she went
 
And he gave her fine raiment,
 
Two pairs of dresses he gave her there,
 
Blue was the one she chose to wear.
 
Well cut it was, and fitted well.
 
Smiling did his glance now dwell
 
Upon her, and he said: ‘This blue
 
Far better than the grey suits you.’
 
Two stockings then did she put on
 
And two shoes of leather cordovan,
 
Which also far better suited her
 
Than did the shoes that nuns do wear.
 
Next he gave to his sweetheart
 
A veil of white silk made with art,
 
Down from her head she let it flow.
 
The young man, when he saw her so,
 
Full lovingly kissed her on the mouth,
 
As if the sun broke through the clouds,
 
So felt he as on her he gazed.
 
On his horse then did he mount in haste,
[pagina 14]
[p. 14]
 
And onto the saddle lifted her,
 
So off they rode until afar
 
The dawn began to light the sky,
 
And looking round with anxious eye,
 
They saw that no one was behind.
 
‘May God, who comforts all mankind,’
 
Said she, ‘now keep us from harm's way.
 
There I see break the light of day:
 
Had I not run off with you,
 
I would have rung prime as I used to do.
 
I fear I shall someday rue this ride.
 
To the world my all I now confide.
 
Yet little faith the world doth hold.
 
Merchants are there who for gold
 
To yokels rings of copper sell.
 
The world's like them, I know full well,’
 
‘Ah sweet, say not that you will rue:
 
If ever I break faith with you,
 
May God's fell anger punish me.
 
Whate'er our need, where'er we be.
 
You shall find comfort in my true heart,
 
Till bitter death shall us depart.
[pagina 15]
[p. 15]
 
How can you doubt me, how can you so?
 
You have never found me, dear, I know,
 
Either cruel or treacherous.
 
Since love first united us
 
I would not have let my mind dwell on
 
An empress in her dominion;
 
Had down to me her favour strayed,
 
Not therefore by me had you been betrayed.
 
Believe me when I tell you thus.
 
Even now I am taking, love, with us
 
A thousand marks of silver clear:
 
Thereof shall you be lady, dear,
 
Though into foreign lands we speed,
 
To pledge our goods we shall not need,
 
Until these first seven years have past,’
 
That morning through a forest vast
 
Their horse did lead them amblingly.
 
Therein the birds held revelry.
 
They heard on all sides, far and near,
 
Their merry throats ring high and clear.
 
Each one sang after its own kind.
 
No spot more lovely could you find.
[pagina 16]
[p. 16]
 
Full many flowers, smelling sweet,
 
Opened their faces to the sun's heat.
 
The air was clean and fine and good,
 
And many tall, straight trees there stood,
 
Whose foliage spread a rich shade.
 
The youth then gazed upon the maid,
 
Whom he loved well and constantly.
 
Quoth he: ‘My love, if you agree,
 
Let us alight and some flowers cull.
 
I think this spot is beautiful.
 
Let's play love's game as lovers do.’
 
‘What say you’, said she, ‘villein you!
 
Would you have me alight upon the field,
 
Like a woman who doth her body yield,
 
Villelnously, for a little gain?
 
For certain, I should have little shame!
 
Such a base thing you would never say,
 
Were you not made of villein's clay.
 
Well may I look back with bitterness.
 
God's curse on you for seeking this.
 
But make an end now of such words,
 
And listen to the joyous birds,
[pagina 17]
[p. 17]
 
Singing their songs with merry cheer.
 
Less tedious so will the time appear.
 
When I am with you abed
 
In a well-closed chamber, all naked,
 
Then you may do all that you please
 
And that will set your heart at ease.
 
I am sore at heart, I do avow,
 
That you proposed this to me now.’
 
He said: ‘Love, be not angry with me.
 
It was nought but Venus' devilry.
 
God give me shame and sickness sore
 
If I should speak of this any more.’
 
She said: ‘I will forgive you then.
 
You are my comfort before all men
 
Now living under heaven's, high dome.
 
Even though the fair knight Absalom
 
Were still alive and I were sure
 
My life with him might still endure
 
For a thousand years in luxury,
 
That were no happiness to me.
 
My choice from all men, alive or dead,
 
I would not ever have It said
[pagina 18]
[p. 18]
 
That I had failed you in any test.
 
Were I in heaven among the blessed
 
And you on earth apart from me,
 
I would come to you most certainly.
 
Ah God, by whom none speaks unheard,
 
Leave unrevenged this foolish word.
 
Beside the least of heaven's joys
 
I know all earthly pleasure cloys.
 
There the least soul so perfect is,
 
It can conceive no happiness
 
But to love God unendingly.
 
All earthly matters are misery;
 
They are not worth a single hair
 
Beside the least joy that is there.
 
Who pine for heaven, they are wise.
 
Yet must I stray from what I prize
 
And turn to grievous sins and dire,
 
For your sake, my dear fair esquire’.
 
Thus did they speak, and speak again,
 
They rode over hill and plain.
 
I cannot tell you everything
 
Their travels did to those lovers bring.
[pagina 19]
[p. 19]
 
They travelled many days until,
 
At the bottom of a sloping hill,
 
They reached a town which pleased them well,
 
So there they resolved awhile to dwell.
 
And they did stay there for years seven.
 
Their life was like an earthly heaven:
 
All joys of the body and of wealth they knew,
 
Also they begot there children two.
 
 
 
The seven years they came and went,
 
And when the money was all spent,
 
They sold for no more than half its worth
 
All they brought with them when they rode forth:
 
They had to live as best they might.
 
Garments, horses and jewels bright,
 
All was gone in a month or two.
 
Then they knew not what to do.
 
No coat or surcoat could she spin
 
Wherewith anything to win.
 
There was a dearth in the land that year
 
Of corn for bread, of wine and beer,
 
And of all else men need for food.
[pagina 20]
[p. 20]
 
Thence melancholy grew their mood.
 
They would much rather have been dead
 
Than go and beg for their daily bread.
 
Poverty made between these twain
 
A severance, tho' it caused them pain.
 
The man it was whose faith proved light.
 
He left her there in sorry plight
 
And went back to the land of his birth.
 
She saw him never again on earth.
 
With her were left abandoned there
 
Two childern marvellously fair.
 
Quoth she: ‘Befalleth me now the fate
 
That I have feared early and late.
 
I must remain in suffering,
 
He to whose faith I fain would cling,
 
My lover, has forsaken me.
 
Virgin Mother of God, Mary,
 
Pray for me the elder and these the younger,
 
That we die not now of hunger.
 
Woe, woe is me, what shall I do?
 
I must stain my body and my soul too
 
With sinful deeds, though I will it not.
[pagina 21]
[p. 21]
 
Mary, lady, regard my lot.
 
Though I could a garment spin,
 
Yet thereby should I never win
 
Even in two weeks a loaf of bread.
 
If I would have my children fed,
 
I must go without the town to the field
 
And there for money my body yield,
 
That therewith I may buy them food.
 
Whatever I would or whatever I should,
 
My children I can not forsake.’
 
To a sinful life thus did she take.
 
For seven years, so have I heard,
 
And know it for a truthful word.
 
As a common woman the world she plied
 
And in many sins her body tried,
 
Yet she hated this full heartily,
 
Although she did it bodily,
 
Little pleasure she took therein.
 
'Twas but that she thereby might win
 
Some money lest her children starve,
 
No good purpose would it serve,
 
Were I all the shameful sins to tell
[pagina 22]
[p. 22]
 
Wherein she fourteen years did dwell.
 
But in all that time she forgot not once
 
Daily to pay her devotions
 
To our Lady Mary faithfully.
 
Whatever might he her misery,
 
She read the seven Hours all her days,
 
To honour Mary and to praise,
 
And that she might convert her yet
 
From the sins that did her life beset.
 
When the fourteen years were past,
 
God sent into her heart at last
 
Repentance that o'erpowered her so
 
That the thought of suffering the fell blow
 
Of a naked sword to cut off her head
 
Would not have caused her so much dread
 
As to sin again as in those years.
 
Night and day then she shed tears,
 
Her eyes with weeping became red.
 
‘Mary, who suckled God,’ she said,
 
‘Fountain that cleansest from all stain,
 
Let me not in my need remain.
 
As a witness, lady, I take you
[pagina 23]
[p. 23]
 
That my loathsome sins I rue.
 
So many they are that I know not
 
With whom I did them or in what spot.
 
But I repent them heartily,
 
Alas, what shall my fate soon be?
 
Well may I fear the judgment day
 
When no sins can be hidden away.
 
Both poor and rich will that day quail,
 
For God's eyes pierce through every veil;
 
Then due revenge awaits each crime
 
Unless it be confessed in time,
 
And penitence have been done therefor.
 
That I know well, it is true lore,
 
Thence am I now in mortal fear.
 
Though a hair cloth I should wear,
 
And crept in it through all Christian lands
 
Walking on my feet and hands,
 
Clad in wool and without shoes,
 
Yet know I that I could not lose
 
The sins by which my soul is weighed,
 
Unless you, Mary, grant me aid.
 
Fountain over all virtue,
[pagina 24]
[p. 24]
 
Many a man has been cheered by you;
 
This well appeared by Theophilus,
 
As evil a sinner as ever was,
 
Who had surrendered and ceded whole
 
To the Devil his life and soul,
 
And had sworn to be his thrall
 
You saved him, lady, in spite of all.
 
A sinner am I, as little worth
 
Salvation as any soul on earth.
 
But whatever the life that I have led,
 
Remember, lady, that I have read
 
A prayer to honour you every day.
 
Be merciful, again I pray.
 
Sorrows have been my only meed.
 
Of your help I stand in such sore need,
 
I dare not cease imploring thee.
 
Never without reward went he
 
Who every day, oh maiden sweet,
 
Did you with an “Ave Maria” greet.
 
Who read your prayer with a will.
 
They will be gainers by it still,
 
Lady, it pleaseth you so well.
[pagina 25]
[p. 25]
 
That's true, as often I've heard tell.
 
Dear bride of God, blest without end,
 
Your son a greeting to you did send
 
At Nazareth, where you were sought
 
By one who to you a message brought
 
Which ne'er from messenger was heard:
 
Tis therefore this self-same blessed word
 
Doth please you so: 'tis from your son,
 
And you are grateful to each one
 
Who with it likes to honour you.
 
You would work for his salvation too,
 
Though stained with sins in every limb,
 
And before your son would plead for him.’
 
 
 
Thus did this sinner every day
 
To God's mother lament and pray.
 
She took a child in either hand
 
And with them travelled through the land,
 
From town to town, in poverty,
 
And lived with them on charity.
 
So long about the land she went
 
Until she came near that same convent
[pagina 26]
[p. 26]
 
Wherein she once had been a nun.
 
It was evening, after set of sun.
 
She knocked upon a widow's door,
 
And begged for mercy's sake of her
 
That there the night she would let them stay.
 
‘It would be hard to drive you away
 
With your little children,’ answered she.
 
‘They look tired, it seems to me.
 
Rest you, woman, sit down there,
 
And I with you again will share
 
What God grants me for my earthly days,
 
For his mother's sake, and for her praise.’
 
So with her children did she remain,
 
And now she would have heard full fain
 
How in the convent things might be.
 
‘Good woman, tell me, I pray’, said she,
 
‘Is this a ladles' convent here?’
 
‘It is,’ said she, ‘nor yet its peer
 
Searching the world through would you find:
 
So rich it is, and so refined.
 
There is no man but speaks well
 
Of the nuns that in this convent dwell.
[pagina 27]
[p. 27]
 
No story yet have I ever heard
 
To their disgrace, no not one word.’
 
She who there with her children sat
 
Made answer: ‘Wherefore say you that?
 
So much within this very week
 
Have I heard men of one sister speak:
 
If I remember right, I was told
 
She was the vergeress here of old.
 
He was no liar who spoke that word.
 
'Tis fourteen years, so he averred,
 
Since from the cloister she fled away.
 
Whither she went no man might say,
 
Or in what land she died, or when.’
 
The widow grew very angry then
 
And said, ‘Methinks you've lost your sense!
 
You shall cease such medisance
 
Against the vergeress to say,
 
Or in my house you shall not stay.
 
She has here been vergeress
 
For full sixteen years, no less.
 
Nor ever in all that time one hour
 
Hath she neglected her devoir.
[pagina 28]
[p. 28]
 
He that said aught but good of her,
 
Were worse far than an evil cur.
 
Her soul is so pure, I tell you true,
 
Were one to search all convents through
 
Between the rivers Elbe and Rhone,
 
He would not find beneath God's throne
 
One who lives more as beseems a nun.’
 
She whom her sins had so undone
 
She marvelled greatly at what she heard,
 
And said: ‘Lady, give me word,
 
What were her father and mother hight?’
 
Then she named them both aright,
 
Then she knew well that it was she.
 
Ah God, how she wept secretly,
 
All that night, before her bed!
 
‘I have nought else to give,’ she said,
 
‘Save great repentance inwardly.
 
Sweet Mary, do not abandon me.
 
So do I hate my sins, God wot,
 
That did I behold an oven hot,
 
Standing so fearfully aglow
 
That flames from out its mouth did blow,
[pagina 29]
[p. 29]
 
Willingly would I creep therein,
 
If so it might heal me of my sin.
 
Thou hast forbidden despair, oh Lord.
 
I put my trust in that great word.
 
I am one who hopes for mercy still,
 
Yea for mercy I hope and ever will,
 
Though fear drives me with cruel goad.
 
No soul of sins ever bore such load;
 
But since to earth, Lord, for our sake
 
You came down, human form to take,
 
And chose to die upon the cross,
 
You will save it from eternal loss,
 
He who seeks mercy, though he came late,
 
By true repentance will find it straight;
 
Even as It once appeared full plain
 
By the one sinner of the twain,
 
Who was hanged at thy right side.
 
Thou didst receive him, nor didst chide -
 
A tale 'tis comfort to recall.
 
A good repentance o'ercomes all;
 
That by this thief's lot we may see.
 
Thou saidst: “To-day, friend, thou shalt be
[pagina 30]
[p. 30]
 
In my heavenly realm with me in bliss.
 
Doubt not, I tell thee truth in this.”
 
Again, Lord, even Gisemast
 
Implored your mercy at the last,
 
The murderer, so I have been told.
 
He gave you neither treasure nor gold,
 
But his sins caused him distress.
 
Your goodness, Lord, is bottomless.
 
Even as we all know that none may
 
Bale out the sea in a single day
 
And of ail water drain it dry.
 
Never was sin so huge and high
 
Which your forgiveness did not o'ertop.
 
How at me should your pity stop?
 
How should I be alone denied,
 
Who loathe the sins wherein I am tied?’
 
 
 
A drowsiness came while she prayed
 
That all her body did pervade,
 
Into a slumber she did fall.
 
A mighty voice she then heard call,
 
Spell-bound by a vision she was kept,
[pagina 31]
[p. 31]
 
And thus the voice spoke while she slept:
 
‘Woman, so long hast thou made moan,
 
Thou hast touched a heart to pity prone,
 
Mary has raised her voice for thee.
 
Go to the convent hastily.
 
Wide open shalt thou find the door,
 
Through which thou fledst to thy paramour,
 
The youth who left thee in thy need.
 
That which I tell thee is truth indeed.
 
Thou'lt find thy habit in the same stead
 
Upon the altar where 'twas shed:
 
As readily as thou dost choose
 
Mayest don thy veil and cap and shoes.
 
Give Mary ever thanks therefor.
 
The keys of the sacristy, which before
 
Her image thou didst hang that night
 
When from the convent thou tookst flight,
 
She has so guarded ever since
 
That no one ever missed them thence,
 
Or knew thereof from first to last,
 
In all the fourteen years that passed.
 
Thou hast in Mary so firm a friend.
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[p. 32]
 
From the beginning to the end
 
She In thy likeness hath for thee served
 
Nor ever from thy duties swerved.
 
That hath the Queen of Heaven done
 
For thy sake, oh thou sinful one.
 
To thy cell she bids thee go without dread:
 
Empty wilt thou find thy bed.
 
Be ready, woman, obey my call:
 
I speak from God who ruleth all.’
 
The voice was heard no more, and soon
 
She wakened from her dreaming swoon.
 
‘God’, said she, ‘thou almighty King,
 
Suffer not now the Devil to bring
 
Me to worse sorrows than heretofore
 
I have suffered: I can bear no more.
 
If to this voice I gave belief,
 
And the nuns should catch me for a thief,
 
Then were I yet more cruelly cursed
 
Than when I fled from the convent first.
 
I appeal to you, oh merciful God,
 
By the ever precious blood
 
That from your wounded side did fall,
[pagina 33]
[p. 33]
 
That If the voice which I heard call
 
Is hither come for mine avail,
 
In that case it may not fail
 
A second time to come to me,
 
And a third time manifestly,
 
That so without doubt I may go
 
To the convent if it tells me so.
 
Always will I therefor love and bless
 
The name of Mary, my patroness.’
 
The next night, now give attentive ear,
 
Again she seemed a voice to hear,
 
That called on her, 't was loud and strong.
 
‘Woman, thou dost abide too long.
 
Go to thy convent back again.
 
God will give strength to bear thy strain.
 
Mary's behest do thou carry out.
 
I am her messenger, have no doubt.’
 
A second time thus hath she heard
 
The voice utter that awful word
 
Bidding her go to the convent.
 
Such was her fear that ere she went,
 
Wait for the third night she still would.
[pagina 34]
[p. 34]
 
She said: ‘If he be of elfish brood,
 
This messenger that appears to me,
 
Then I pray God that graciously
 
He break the devil's wicked might;
 
And if again he come this night,
 
Confound him, Lord, in such alarm
 
That, without doing me any harm,
 
From the house he straightway fly.
 
And now Mary, to you I cry.
 
Meseemed that a voice to me you sent
 
Which bade me go to the convent.
 
I implore you, by your son's sorrow,
 
For the third time let it come to-morrow.’
 
She waked through the third night, hour by hour,
 
A voice came to her from God's power,
 
With a clear and shining light,
 
And it said; ‘Woman, it is not right
 
That thou heedest not my decree,
 
For it is Mary speaks through me.
 
See that thou tarriest not too long.
 
Go to the convent, fear no wrong,
 
The doors will open: to and fro,
[pagina 35]
[p. 35]
 
Where'er thou wilt, there thou mayest go.
 
Thine habit thou'lt find in the same stead,
 
Upon the altar where 'twas shed.’
 
Now that unearthly voice did cease,
 
And she whose sins left her no peace
 
Could see the brightness with her eyes.
 
She said: ‘Now in no wise
 
May I doubt it any more,
 
'Tis the Virgin Mary's messenger;
 
That do I know now without fail.
 
You come from God, oh voice, all haill
 
You come with light so bright and fair.
 
Now to the convent I'll repair.
 
I will now do it, since I must,
 
And in our Lady will put my trust.
 
And both my children - though 'tis hard -
 
Will I leave in God our Father's guard.
 
He'll see they come to no more ill.’
 
She stripped her clothes off with a will.
 
And therewith covered them in their cot,
 
Quietly, so as to wake them not.
 
On the mouth she kissed them tenderly.
[pagina 36]
[p. 36]
 
‘Children, fare yon well’ quoth she.
 
‘Hence am I summoned and I must
 
Here leave you in our Lady's trust.
 
Had she not bidden me so to do,
 
I would not have abandoned you
 
For all the Pope's wealth and dominion.’
 
 
 
Pray listen how our tale goes on.
 
Now she goes with sorrowful moan
 
To the convent all alone.
 
When to the orchard she was come,
 
She found the gate at once undone.
 
She went through it without fear.
 
‘I thank you, Mary, Lady dear,
 
I am now come within the wall.
 
Pray God that nought but good befall!’
 
Each door, as she went from place to place,
 
Opened wide before her face.
 
Into the church she then did go
 
And in secret wise she did speak so:
 
‘Lord, let my prayer not be in vain
 
Help me into my habit again,
[pagina 37]
[p. 37]
 
Which I, it Is now fourteen year,
 
Left on our Lady's altar here,
 
The night that I from hence did fly.’
 
Now listen, and you will hear no lie,
 
I tell you the story without guile,
 
Her two shoes and her cap and veil
 
Did she find in the same stead
 
Where long ago she had them shed.
 
She put them on, remembering.
 
She said: ‘Oh God, oh heavenly King,
 
And Mary, maiden pure and fair,
 
May you be blest, that is my prayer.
 
You are a chosen treasure good.
 
In your spotless maidenhood
 
Without pain a child you bore
 
Which will be our Lord for evermore,
 
Your child created heaven and earth.
 
You may command whom you gave birth.
 
You are his mother, and yet he
 
Dear daughter may call you lovingly.
 
Of all virtues you are the flower.
 
God lets you share his divine power.
[pagina 38]
[p. 38]
 
It waits your pleasure day and night.
 
Hence is my dreary life now bright.
 
Whoever for mercy on you shall wait,
 
Will gain his suit, though he be late.
 
Your help is wonderful indeed.
 
Although I live in woe and need,
 
You have wrought a transformation
 
And my tears are jubilation.
 
'Tis right that I bless you evermore.’
 
The key then of the sacristy door
 
She saw hanging, I tell you true,
 
Where she left it, on Mary's statue.
 
On her belt she hanged the key
 
And went to the choir, where she did see
 
Lamps on all sides that brightly burned.
 
To the prayer-books then she turned
 
And put each in its proper place,
 
As oft she did in former days.
 
And to the Virgin she did pray
 
That she would keep all evil away
 
From her and the children she left behind
 
At the widow's house with heavy mind.
[pagina 39]
[p. 39]
 
By then the night was so far run
 
That the clock to strike began,
 
And one might know it was midnight.
 
She took the bell-rope and pulled it tight,
 
And matins so well began to sound
 
That they heard it all around.
 
Out of the dormitory the nuns
 
Came altogether down at once.
 
Of what I have been telling you
 
Not one of them the least bit knew.
 
So in the convent she remained
 
Without reproach, by no one shamed.
 
Mary had served there in her stead
 
And in her likeness, so I have read.
 
Thus was the sinner led to repent.
 
Mary, maiden heaven-sent,
 
Mary be praised eternally.
 
She will always faithfully
 
Come to the rescue in her friends' aid
 
When they by dangers are dismayed.
 
 
 
This lady of whom my tale doth run
[pagina 40]
[p. 40]
 
Is again, as she was before, a nun.
 
Now it behoves me to relate
 
Of her children whom in sorry state
 
She left at the widow's house in bed.
 
They had neither money nor bread.
 
I cannot find any words to say,
 
When they found their mother had gone away,
 
How loudly they wept and woefully cried.
 
The widow came and sat by their side.
 
She took pity on their distress.
 
She said: ‘I will go to the abbess
 
With these two children, and I know,
 
God will soften her heart so
 
That she will do them charity.’
 
She dressed and shod them properly
 
And to the convent took the twain.
 
She said: ‘Lady, let me make plain
 
How these two orphans came to this plight,
 
Their mother stayed with them the night
 
Within my house and has left them behind.
 
I know not what was in her mind,
 
Nor wither she went, wether east or west.
[pagina 41]
[p. 41]
 
Thus are these children sore distressed.
 
Fain would I help them did I know how.’
 
Then said the abbess to this widow:
 
‘Keep them, I'll give thee such reward
 
- For the love of our dear Lord -
 
That thou shalt not regret the day
 
When they were left with thee to stay.
 
Every day, for charity,
 
Send a messenger to me,
 
Who food and drink will carry back,
 
And let me know when aught they lack.’
 
The widow she was very glad
 
That things had befallen the way they had,
 
She took the children home with her
 
And looked after them with kindly care,
 
She who had suffered to give them birth
 
And had nought dearer left on earth,
 
Her mother's heart for joy it leapt
 
When she knew the children were well kept.
 
Henceforth for them she was free from fear,
 
Though still as ever they were dear.
 
A saintly life henceforth she led,
[pagina 42]
[p. 42]
 
Many times she sighed, many tears she shed,
 
Every night and every day.
 
For in her heart repentance lay
 
Of all the evil sins she had done,
 
But never dared she to any one
 
Either to speak them or to write.
 
Yet she prayed and bemoaned them day and night.
 
 
 
Then to the convent one day came
 
An abbot who used to visit them
 
Once every year. It was his cure
 
To be informed and to make sure
 
That no scandal had taken place
 
Which might the nuns' good name deface.
 
So when this abbot had entered there,
 
This sinner, alone, was reading her prayer
 
Within the choir down on her knees,
 
Torn by great doubts and anxieties.
 
The Devil tempted her with shame
 
To make her keep her sinful blame
 
From the abbot and not confess.
 
While thus she prayed, the vergeress,
[pagina 43]
[p. 43]
 
She saw a fair, unearthly lad
 
Pass by her, all in whiteness clad.
 
In his arm he carrièd
 
A child that seemed to her like dead.
 
The youth threw up into the air
 
And caught again an apple fair,
 
And for the child's delight made play.
 
While she there in her prayers lay,
 
The nun wondered at what she saw.
 
She said: ‘Friend, by God's law,
 
If it be so that from his part
 
Thou art come (as I do think thou art)
 
I prithee, hide it not, but say,
 
Before that child why dost thou play
 
With a fair apple, bright and red,
 
While he within thine arms lies dead?
 
It helps him nought whate'er thou do.’
 
‘Verily sister, you say true.
 
He knows nought of what I play,
 
Though I continue day after day.
 
He's dead, his ears hear not, nor his eyes see.
 
Even so God knows not, nun, that ye
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[p. 44]
 
Read prayers and fast for penitence:
 
It helps you nought, not in any sense.
 
The pains your discipline may cost,
 
They are nought else than labour lost.
 
Your sins so cover you and o'erwhelm
 
That God, high in his heavenly realm,
 
Hears not your prayer: it goes to waste.
 
Now I do counsel you: make haste,
 
Go to the abbot, your good father,
 
And relate to him altogether
 
All your sins and get you shrieved.
 
Hearken not to the Devil, nor be deceived.
 
The abbot will absolve and pardon you
 
For all the sins that burden you,
 
But if of your sins you will not speak
 
Stern vengeance upon you God will wreak.’
 
The youth went away out of her sight
 
Nor came he back in all that night,
 
But what he said she had understood.
 
In the morning she went in sober mood
 
To the abbot and begged that he would hear
 
Her full confession from mouth to ear.
[pagina 45]
[p. 45]
 
The abbot was a wise man and old.
 
‘Sweet daughter, that will soon be told,’
 
He said. ‘I am ready. Tell me all.
 
Think well, and let no sin, how small
 
So ever, in your confession be forgot.’
 
So she sat down with the good abbot
 
And discovered the whole course
 
Of her life with great remorse:
 
How she had been so possessed
 
By a mad love (this she confessed)
 
That one night her habit she had shed
 
On our Lady's altar and had fled
 
From the convent with a youth,
 
And that he (she told all the truth)
 
On her two children had begot.
 
Whatever sins had been her lot,
 
At this hour she concealed them not.
 
Whatever in her heart's depths she knew,
 
To the abbot now she told it true.
 
When she had confessed altogether,
 
The abbot said, that holy father:
 
‘Daughter, I will absolve you now
[pagina 46]
[p. 46]
 
From all the sins which you avow.
 
Praised be and blessed for evermore
 
God's Mother, who your habit wore.’
 
With awe and reverence thus he said,
 
Then laid his hand upon her head
 
And gave her pardon in God's name.
 
‘In a sermon,’ he said, ‘will I proclaim
 
To all the world this your confession,
 
Cleverly using such suppression
 
That you will never in any place
 
Be met with scandal or disgrace,
 
You or your children. But it were wrong
 
- You have kept silent all too long -
 
To allow the fair miracle to stay hid
 
Which God to honour his Mother did.
 
I will bruit it here and in distant parts,
 
And I hope that many sinful hearts
 
May yet be converted by its appeal
 
And honour our Lady with burning zeal.’
 
He explained to the convent
 
Ere again he homeward went,
 
What had befallen a certain nun,
[pagina 47]
[p. 47]
 
But they never knew which one.
 
The sinner's name he told them not.
 
In God's good guard went the abbot.
 
With him for Mary's sake he took
 
The children whom the nun forsook.
 
He made them don grey habit and hood,
 
And they grew to be pious men and good.
 
Beatrice was their mother's name.
 
Praise God and sing aloud her fame
 
Who fed him once at her maiden breast
 
And showed this miracle for our best.
 
She raised this sinner from her fall.
 
Now pray we all, both great and small,
 
Who have heard this faithful miracle read
 
That when the graves shall yield their dead
 
And God judge our souls for eternity,
 
Mary may then our advocate be.

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