IN the hot sun, for water cool She walked in listless mood: When back she ran, her pitcher full Forgot behind her stood. Like one who followed straying sheep, A weary man she saw, Who sat upon the well so deep, And nothing had to draw. "Give me to drink," he said. Her hand Was ready with reply; From out the old well of the land She drew him plenteously. He spake as never man before; She stands with open ears; He spake of holy days in store, Laid bare the vanished years. She cannot still her throbbing heart, She hurries to the town, And cries aloud in street and mart, "The Lord is here: come down." Her life before was strange and sad, A very dreary sound: Ah, let it go—or good or bad: She has the Master found! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG WHY THUS LONGING by HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE MORAL FABLES: THE LION AND THE MOUSE by AESOP THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |