Hoofs of Pegasus

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>SACRAMENT</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="bigfont">A</span>S up and down the fields I went,</span> <span class="i0">The fields of trembling wheat,</span> <span class="i0">Under the high blue heavens of June</span> <span class="i0">In summer’s poppied heat,</span> <span class="i0">I worked at homely common tasks</span> <span class="i0">Sharp stubble ’neath my feet.</span> <span class="i0">But I was not alone; I knew</span> <span class="i0">A comradeship most sweet.</span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">For as I gathered up the sheaves</span> <span class="i0">And bound the heavy grain,</span> <span class="i0">One whispered: “Yea, the world needs Food;</span> <span class="i0">Hungry it goes, and fain</span> <span class="i0">Am I to be its Bread, and give</span> <span class="i0">My Body for its pain.</span> <span class="i0">For this I lay in the dark earth</span> <span class="i0">Through sun and singing rain.”</span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Into the vineyard I was sent,</span> <span class="i0">There One was keeping tryst.</span> <span class="i0">I cut the grapes—how beautiful</span> <span class="i0">Their bloomy amethyst!</span> <span class="i0">He said “This is my Blood, the Wine</span> <span class="i0">Poured for the world, ye wist.</span> <span class="i0">In wheat and grape ye work with me</span> <span class="i0">To make my Eucharist.”</span></div> </div></div> <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />