O GLORIOUS CHILDBEARER

By Joseph Campbell

O glorious childbearer,

O secret womb,

O gilded bridechamber, from which hath come the sightly Bridegroom forth,

O amber veil,

Thou sittest in heaven, the white love of the Gael.

Thy head is crowned with stars, thy radiant hair

Shines like a river thro’ the twilight air;

Thou walkest by trodden ways and trackless seas,

Immaculate of man's infirmities.