O smitten mouth! O forehead crowned with thorn! O Chalice of all common miseries! Thou for our sakes that loved Thee not hast borne An agony of endless centuries, And we were vain and ignorant nor knew That when we stabbed Thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew. O smitten mouth! O forehead crowned with thorn! - O Chalice of all common miseries! Thou for our sakes that loved Thee not hast borne - An agony of endless centuries, And we were vain and ignorant nor knew That when we stabbed Thy heart it was our own real hearts we slew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING by RUPERT BROOKE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY THE FEMALE CONVICT by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON LEGEND by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |