DEEP WAYS AND DRIPPING BOUGHS

By Joseph Campbell

Deep ways and dripping boughs,

The fog falling drearily;

Cowherds calling on their cows,

And I crying wearily,

Wearily, wearily, out-a-door,

Houseless, hearthless, coatless, kindless,

Poorest of the wandering poor.

I am the beggar Christ —

Christ that calmed the castling flood!

Cross and thorn have not sufficed

To punish me as you would;

But out-a-door in wind and rain,

Houseless, hearthless, coatless, kindless,

You keep me wandering in pain.