I dreamed a morning dream - a torrent brought From fruitless hills, was rushing deep and wide: It ran in rapids, like impatient thought; It wheeled in eddies, like bewildered pride: Bleak-faced Neology, in cap and gown, Peered up the channel of the spreading tide, As, with a starved expectancy, he cried, 'When will the Body of the Christ come down?' He came - not It, but He! no rolling waif Tost by the waves - no drowned and helpless form - But with unlapsing step, serene and safe, As once He trod the waters in the storm; The gownsman trembled as his God went by - I looked again, the torrent-bed was dry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON ST. BEE'S HEAD by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HELEN'S TOWER by ROBERT BROWNING KING VICTOR AND KING CHARLES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING OF THE CHILD WITH THE BIRD AT THE BUSH by JOHN BUNYAN ON THE GROUND OF TRUE AND FALSE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM |