Alban’s Head,

Moss-like, fern-like, white as milk.⁠—

The fingers of Mary are not more white!

Oh! White as the horn of God’s unicorn,

That seaweed lies upon Redcliff bay,

Lies in the spindrift on Redcliff sands,

Fling all your wicked thoughts away!

Take off your shoes; anoint your hands!