ONCE slain for Him who first was slain for them, Now made alive in Him for evermore, All luminous and lovely in their gore, With no more buffeting winds or tides to stem, The Martyrs look for New Jerusalem; And cry 'How long?' remembering all they bore, 'How long?' with heart and eyes sent on before Toward consummated throne and diadem. 'How long?' White robes are given to their desire; 'How long?' deep rest that is and is to be; With a great promise of the oncoming host, Loves to their love and fires to flank their fire: So rest they, worshiping incessantly One God, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |