A LONE I stand upon the sacred height, Where erst, at noon, the night its mantle flung O'er the Divine Humanity that hung To brutal gaze exposed. The conscious light To sudden blindness withered at the sight Of mortal pangs from wounds immortal wrung; The earth her gates sepulchral open swung, Impatient for the soul's descending flight To her expectant shades. O Calvary! Again the dripping darkness crowns thy brow, And I (as then, to His all-seeing mind) Weep 'mid the general gloom. Oh! let me be, As in those hours of anguish, hidden now In shades of death, the light of life to find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO LOVE AND COQUETRY by LEVI BISHOP FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |