I saw a hunchback climb over a hill, Carrying slops for the pigs to swill. The snow was hard, the air was frore, And he cast a bluish shadow before. Over the frozen hill he came, Like one who is neither strong nor lame; And I saw his face as he passed me by, And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye: His face, like the face of a wrinkled child Who has never laughed or played or smiled. I watched him till his work was done; And suddenly God went out of the sun, Went out of the sun without a sound But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground. The hunchback turned and retracked the snows; But where God's gone, there's no man knows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE MORAL WARFARE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |