'Twas but a moment's ire - the next, withstood - Yet, in that moment, how my hungry spleen Ran to the fierce triumvir's wife for food, Through the long lapse of centuries between! And, by that ready reference, proved its kin; Strange! how my angry mood sped back through time To gust my fancy with the ancient crime; Impracticable thought! unwelcome sin! I gauged again the depth of years, and found My Master, pleading in His hour of grief, For friends who did not minister relief, And foes who mocked Him, and stood brawling round His divine silence! - How distinct they were, - The woman's vengeance and the Saviour's prayer! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 30. EXALTABO TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HILLS WE LOVE by GRACE LOWE BROADHEAD |