PETER and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- All slept and Thee forgot; One said he knew Thee not. Peter and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- I am that one, the three; Thus have I done to Thee. Under a garden wall, I lay at evenfall; I waked. Thou calledst me; I had not watched with Thee. Peter and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- By the priest's fagot hot, I said I knew Thee not. The little maid spake out: "With Him thou wentest about." "This Man I never met -- " I hear the cock crow yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN CARMEN BELLICOSUM by GUY HUMPHREYS MCMASTER ADVENTURE ON THE WINGS OF MORNING by RACHEL ALBRIGHT |