Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged, Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose, And who now takes Himself away, estranged, From those who owned Him once, and past them flows. He feels the ancient loneliness to-day That taught Him all His deepest acts of love; Now in the olive groves He soon will rove, And these who love Him all will flee away. To the last supper table He hath led. As birds are frightened from a garden-bed By shots, so He their hands forth from the bread Doth frighten by His word: to Him they flee; Then flutter round the table in their fright And seek a passage from the hall. But He Is everywhere, like dusk at fall of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS THE BEAN-STALK by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 3. GABY DESLYS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG LILIES: 4. BLOSSOMS ABOVE A TOMB by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |