Calvinistic Evensong versuri

Calvinistic Evensong lyrics by Jack Beeson

The six bells stopped, and in the dark I heard
Cold silence wait the Calvinistic word;
For Calvin now the soft oil lamps are lit
Hands on their hymnals six old women sit
Black gowned and sinister, he now appears
Curate-in-charge of aged parish fears
Let, unaccompanied, that psalm begin
Which deals most harshly with the fruits of sin!
Boy! pump the organ! let the anthem flow
With promise for the chosen saints below!
Pregnant with warning the globed elm trees wait
Fresh coffin-wood beside the churchyard gate
And that mauvе hat three cherries decoratе
Next week shall topple from its trembling perch
While wet fields reek like some long empty church