ALONE with Thee, who canst not be alone, At midnight, in Thine everlasting day; Lo, less than naught, of nothingness undone, I, prayerless, pray! Behold -- and with Thy bitterness make sweet, What sweetest is in bitterness to hide -- Like Magdalen, I grovel at Thy feet, In lowly pride. Smite, till my wounds beneath Thy scourging cease; Soothe, till my heart in agony hath bled; Nor rest my soul with enmity at peace, Till Death be dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AUTUMN DIALOGUE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |