A fiction or a fact? an interview Of Christ with His own prophets? or a blink Of moonlight caught by dreaming eyes, that wink And wonder, and report what is not true? When will the impugners of the Gospel claims The deep consistent likeness recognise Between His woes and glories? Living ties That bind in one His honours and His shames? For all coheres; His pangs and triumphs touch Each other, like the wings of Cherubim: Strange was His Birth - His death and rising, such As to bear out that strangeness - and as much May well be said of dark Gethsemane, That sternest link in the great unity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SWINBURNE by SARA TEASDALE THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE |