MY Rachel and my Benjamin, O Lord, Have passéd over with the flocks and herds. I watch with awful night beside the ford; My hands are guilty. Stains of lying words Are thick upon my lips; yet must I pray. Whether Thy Presence lame me, leave me dumb, Cast scales upon mine eyes, or slay me quite, My heart and flesh cry, "God of Bethel, Come!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 11 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN |