She lies upon the cold stone of her cell, And the night deepens; and the night is chill. Fasting and faint, she nerves her flagging will, Remembering the inevitable hell. Yet still her lover's voice she hears too well, And "Love, Love, Love," she hears and answers still. The Christ looms high against an angry hill, Her heart and Love would roam a lowly dell. Fasting and faint she lies. The shepherd Night Leads the calm stars across his plains like sheep. Earth slumbers. When shall slumber seal her eyes, Who, crying with lamentations infinite, "Heaven, heaven!" yet, ineradicably deep, Hides in her heart an alien Paradise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD by WALT WHITMAN THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): XERXES DEFEATED by AESCHYLUS BRUCE: HOW KING ROBERT WAS HUNTED BY THE SLEUTH-HOUND by JOHN BARBOUR OUR LADY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: 'PRENSUS IN AEGAEO' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DEBORAH LEE by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH |