ROMAN and Jew upon one level lie; Great Herod's palaces are ground to dust; Upon the synagogues are mould and rust; Night winds among the tottering columns sigh; Yet sparrows through the massive ruins fly, And o'er the sacred earth's embroidered crust Still goes the sower forth to sow, still must The shepherd with his sheep sit listlessly. There towers the mountain where the Teacher spake In those old times the sweet Beatitudes, Surviving kings and codes, fair words and feuds. There creeps the Jordan to its destined lake, The fisher casts his net into the sea, And still the lilies bloom in Galilee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARMAID AND THE ALEXANDRITE by KAREN SWENSON LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE NEED OF BEING VERSED IN COUNTRY THINGS by ROBERT FROST OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS |