Into the dark Christ turned away. He spoke to the Three and bade them stay. "Sit ye and watch while I go pray." O Lord, pity us! Peter dreamed of a barley cake. It up and talked when he fain would break. He laughed in his sleep till his sides 'gan ache! O Lord, pity us! James had a dream that his brothers' ass Fell down dead where the pilgrims pass. He heaved in his sleep and cried "alas." O Lord, pity us! "Nay," quoth John, "but I'll take no rest! He thought that he lay on the Lord Christ's breast, But it turned to a maid's, that he loved the best! O Lord, pity us! Jesus looked upon their shame When bleeding out of the dusk he came. Three times over they did the same. O Lord, pity us! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EPITAPH ON ELIZABETH, L.H. by BEN JONSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |