OH, man's capacity For spiritual sorrow, corporal pain! Who has explored the deepmost of that sea, With heavy links of a far-fathoming chain? That melancholy lead, Let down in guilty and in innocent hold, Yea into childish hands delivered, Leaves the sequestered floor unreached, untold. One only has explored The deepmost; but He did not die of it. Not yet, not yet He died. Man's human Lord Touched the extreme; it is not infinite. But over the abyss Of God's capacity for woe He stayed One hesitating hour; what gulf was this? Forsaken He went down, and was afraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 62. AL-MUMIT by EDWIN ARNOLD A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |