The adoration

Why have you brought me myrrh,

And frankincense and gold?

Lay at the feet of her

Whom you have loved of old

Your frankincense and gold.

I have brought frankincense

And myrrh and gold to you,

From weary lands far hence

That I have journeyed through

To come at last to you.

I cannot take your gold

And frankincense and myrrh;

My heart was growing cold

While you were following her:

Take back your gold and myrrh.

Too late I come to you

With prayers of frankincense:

Pure gold, sweet myrrh, ye too,

Scorned, must go hence, far hence

As smoking frankincense.