My heart grew ice because of that grim head, Red sparking eyes alert for pounce or flight Features miscarven by strange appetite, Till kinship with the Elohim was dead, And kestrel, snake and rat were in their stead, Glaring through eyeholes that let in no light, Slinking through corridors made black as night, The paths the heavenly hierarchies should tread. A company of starry ones without That midnight wait on the lost wanderer, The hero whom these demon things immure. The shining ones make answer to my doubt, Our Lord is buried in this sepulchre. We wait His resurrection. It is sure! " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA WRITTEN IN BUTLER'S SERMONS by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE ANCIENT THREE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTHDAY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'MEDIO DE FONTE LEPORUM SURGIT AMARI..' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |