Mary Magdalen

O eyes that strip the souls of men!     There came to me the Magdalen.     Her blue robe with a cord was bound,     Her hair with Lenten lilies crowned.     "Arise," she said "God calls for thee,     Turned to new paths thy feet must be.     Leave the fever and the feast     Leave the friend thou lovest best:     For thou must walk in barefoot ways,     To give my dear Lord Jesus praise."     Then answered I--"Sweet Magdalen,     God's servant, once beloved of men,     Why didst thou change old ways for new,     Thy trailing red for corded blue,     Roses for lilies on thy brow,     Rich splendour for a barren vow?"     Gentle of speech she answered me:-     "Sir, I was sick with revelry.     True, I have scarred the night with sin,     A pale and tawdry heroine;     But once I heard a voice that said     'Who lives in sin is surely dead,     But whoso turns to follow me     Hath joy and immortality.'"     "O Mary, not for this," I cried,     "Didst thou renounce thy scented pride.     Not for a taste of endless years     Or barren joy apart from tears     Didst thou desert the courts of men.     Tell me thy truth, sweet Magdalen!"     She trembled, and her eyes grew dim:-     "For love of Him, for love of Him."