Dream of a Blessed Spirit


All the heavy days are over;
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