  Mary Magdalene telleth to the family at Bethany the Story of the Ascension In the gray dawn they left Jerusalem, And I rose up to follow after them. He led toward Bethany by the narrow bridge Of Kedron, upward to the olive ridge. Once on the camel path beyond the City, He looked back, struck at heart with pain and pity— Looked backward from the two lone cedar trees On Olivet, alive to every breeze— Looked in a rush of sudden tears, and then Went steadily on, never to turn again. Near the green quiets of a little wood The Master halted silently and stood. The figs were purpling, and a fledgling dove Had fallen from a windy bough above, And lay there crying feebly by a thorn, He stept aside a moment from the rest And put it safely back into the nest. Then mighty words did seem to rise in Him And die away: even as white vapors swim A moment on Mount Carmel’s purple steep, And then are blown back rainless to the deep. And once He looked up with a little start: Perhaps some loved name passed across His heart, Some memory of a road in Galilee, Or old familiar rock beside the Sea. And suddenly there broke upon our sight A rush of angels terrible with light— The high same host the Shepherds saw go by, Breaking the starry night with lyric cry— A rush of angels, wistful and aware, That shook a thousand colors on the air— Colors that made a music to the eye— Blown from the air-hung delicate pavilion. And now His face grew bright with luminous will: The great grave eyes grew planet-like and still. Yea, in that moment all His face fire-white Seemed struck out of imperishable light. Delicious apprehension shook the spirit, With song so still that only the heart could hear it. A sense of something sacred, starry, vast, Greater than Earth, across the being passed. Then with a stretching of His hands to bless, A last unspeakable look that was caress, Up through the vortice of bright cherubim He rose until the august form grew dim— Up through the blue dome of the day ascended, By circling flights of seraphim befriended. He was uplifted from us, and was gone Into the darkness of another dawn.
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