Two, in the darkness, sought the Cross, But in their blindness found it not; This way and that, in dole and loss, They sought the Cross, but found it not. @3"This way!"@1 -- the one insistent cried; @3"Nay, this!"@1 -- the other quick replied; And each the other's hope denied. @3"I tell you, my way is the right!" "Nay then, you stumbler in the night, My way alone leads to the light!"@1 @3"Perverse! -- Go then your own wrong road!" "I go! -- for my way leads to God."@1 And each his own way brusquely strode. And up above, upon The Tree, Christ's wounds broke in fresh agony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE IN THE CATACOMBS by HARLAN HOUSE BALLARD PHANTOMS IN GREEN by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH OLD AND CRAZY by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UPON THE THREE SONNES OF THE LORD SHEFFIELD, DROWNED IN HUMBER by MICHAEL DRAYTON |