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The Masque Of The Magi

    By James Elroy Flecker



    Three Kings have come to Bethlehem
    With a trailing star in front of them.

    MARY

    What would you in this little place,
    You three bright kings?

    KINGS

    Mother, we tracked the trailing star
    Which brought us here from lands afar,
    And we would look on his dear face
    Round whom the Seraphs fold their wings.

    MARY

    But who are you, bright kings?

    CASPAR

    Caspar am I: the rocky North
    From storm and silence drave me forth
    Down to the blue and tideless sea.
    I do not fear the tinkling sword,
    For I am a great battle-lord,
    And love the horns of chivalry.
    And I have brought thee splendid gold,
    The strong man's joy, refined and cold.
    All hail, thou Prince of Galilee!

    BALTHAZAR

    I am Balthazar, Lord of Ind,
    Where blows a soft and scented wind
    From Taprobane towards Cathay.
    My children, who are tall and wise,
    Stand by a tree with shutten eyes
    And seem to meditate or pray.
    And these red drops of frankincense
    Betoken man's intelligence.
    Hail, Lord of Wisdom, Prince of Day!

    MELCHIOR

    I am the dark man, Melchior,
    And I shall live but little more
    Since I am old and feebly move.
    My kingdom is a burnt-up land
    Half buried by the drifting sand,
    So hot Apollo shines above.
    What could I bring but simple myrrh
    White blossom of the cordial fire?
    Hail, Prince of Souls, and Lord of Love!

    CHORUS OF ANGELS

    O Prince of souls and Lord of Love,
    O'er thee the purple-breasted dove
    Shall watch with open silver wings,
    Thou King of Kings.
    Suaviole o flos Virginum,
    Apparuit Rex Gentium.
    . . .
    "Who art thou, little King of Kings?"
    His wondering mother sings.



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