....
'Twas
the hour of the flaming out of the sun from the fogs of the North
.... When
Colette, as a grain full-ripe, sees the shell burst forth
.... Of
the narrow cell she had built twelve feet from the altar of God,
.... Its
sill no more to be trod.
.... But
now the voice of heaven has sounded: "Forth, and abroad!"
.... No
need of enclosure now in the shell of stone;
.... She
is free in the salt of heaven, she is walled in light alone.
.... God,
knowing good before ill, to this girl has given
.... No
brief temporal task, but to heal
.... The
hurts of a Land, of a Church, that are rent and riven.
.... Hell
and its works she shall know in the course of a week - and feel.
.... She
takes and bends in her hand like a waxen taper the bar of steel;
.... But
she is not sent to challenge the devil to duels of steel.
.... The
tender harvest of good, the flower of innocent peace
.... She
must woo from their root in the earth, so bring surcease
.... Of
the choking weeds of sin that blossom in blood.
.... So
does Nature herself on the slope of a quiet hill
.... Copy
a glorious lily's exuberant bud,
.... While
men beneath are destroying and slaying and plotting ill.
.... So
then, like a diligent needle, in and out of the torn and ravelled realm
of France
.... Glides
she, and mends from beneath; and whatever the lance
.... Has
left agape, with charity sweet she bindeth in one,
.... Innocent,
guided by God, she knows not what she has done:
.... She
sees but Him and His ways: she hears but Him and obeys,
.... Mother
of hungry little ones, her nestlings that cry from the chinks of the
wall -
.... He
provideth their food, who marketh the sparrow's fall.
.... Meantime
Satan toils with glee, and knows not the ruin to come. -
.... Yet
what is there new to be seen on those roads 'twixt Paris and Rome?
.... Behold
that woman, frowzily gowned, upheld by Sister Perrine
.... On
a lumbering cart, in her looks the light of things unseen!
.... No
doubt the wise political eye to the council at Constance will fly,
or study that "man of the moon" - the singular Shepherd from Spain;
.... But
we - we will turn from these to a rough Burgundian lane
.... And
four or five peasants and women that plod
.... By
the oats in the fields, the windmill, the willow tree,
.... And
one among them, dusty and poor - Colette. 'Tis she
.... Calmly
breasting the hill on her ass, riding direct to God.