OVER the dim confessional cried Father Amatus, -- cloistered young, -- Dropping his rosary by his side, Careless where his crucifix swung: "I have been priest since -- an endless when ! Sat by the living, consoled the dead, Fasted and prayed for women and men, Fed the poor with my daily bread. "The wind blows cold, -- how the snowflakes creep! I will sin one sin, ere past recall, Lest life should faint in this pallid sleep: Kiss me, Jessica! Once for all." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRE, FAMINE AND SLAUGHTER. A WAR ECLOGUE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DOVE by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE LAST LANDLORD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: A STORM by JOHN ARMSTRONG MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: SORCERY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |