Dream of a Blessed Spirit
leave the body's coloured pride
underneath the grass and clover,
with the feet laid side by side.
One with her are mirth and duty;
bear the gold-embroidered dress,
for she needs not her sad beauty,
to the scented oaken press.
Hers the kiss of mother mary,
the long hair is on her face;
still she goes with footsteps wary
full of earth's old timid grace.
With white feet of angels seven
her white feet go glimmering;
and above the deep of heaven,
flame on flame, and wing on wing.
Autor(es): Pere Vilanova