GIRT in the panther-fells, Violets in my hair, Down I ran through the woody dells, Through the morning wild and fair,— To sit by the road till the sun was high, That I might see some god pass by. Fluting amid the thyme I dreamed through the golden day, Calling through melody and rime: "Iacchus! Come this way,— From harrowing Hades like a king, Vine leaves and glories scattering." Twilight was all rose-red, When, crowned with vine and thorn, Came a stranger god from out the dead; And his hands and feet were torn. I knew Him not, for He came alone: I knew Him not, whom I fain had known. He said: "For love, for love, I wear the vine and thorn." He said: "For love, for love, My hands and feet were torn: For love, the winepress Death I trod." And I cried in pain: "O Lord my God!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW LOVELIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |