O Heart of Three-in-the evening, You nestled the thorn-crowned head; He leaned on you in His sorrow, And rested on you when dead. Ah! Holy Three-in-the evening He gave you His richest dower; He met you afar on Calvary, And made you "His own last hour". O Brow of Three-in-the evening, Thou wearest a crimson crown; Thou art Priest of the hours forever, And thy voice, as thou goest down The cycles of time, still murmurs The story of love each day: "I held in death the Eternal, In the long and the far-away." O Heart of Three-in-the evening, Mine beats with thine to-day; Thou tellest the olden story, I kneel -- and I weep and pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 13 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET TO A FRIEND, ON HIS SECOND MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |