Ah! he is fled! And while these here their @3mists@1 and @3shadows@1 hatch, My glorious head Doth on those hills of myrrh and incense watch. Haste, haste my dear, The soldiers here Cast in their lots again, That seamless coat The Jews touched not, These dare divide and stain. 2 O get thee wings! Or if as yet (until these clouds depart, And the day springs) Thou think'st it good to tarry where thou art, Write in thy books My ravished looks, Slain flock, and pillaged fleeces, And haste thee so As a young roe Upon the mounts of spices. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 45. ALLAH-AL-MUJIB by EDWIN ARNOLD A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HYMN TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY A SEA-SIDE WALK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES ON REVISITING CATHCART by THOMAS CAMPBELL FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |