OUR Master lies asleep and is at rest: His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep: The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west: Our Master lies asleep. Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast, While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep. Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest; O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap: -- No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest: Our Master lies asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI WASHINGTON'S MONUMENT, FEBRUARY, 1885 by WALT WHITMAN |