A fragment of the Saviour's crown of thorns I carry, buried deep within my brain; At noons and nights and dull, foreboding morns It beats, the heart of pain. And ever, in my agonies of prayer, Gazing on Calvary I chide my soul: "Be still! the merest fragment thou dost bear, And He endured the whole!" As creatures crude, ungraced with any thought, Lost in the ocean's least considered swirl, Around some festering grain of sand have wrought That miracle, a pearl. So I will press my life-blood's patient flow Against my thorn, and seal the layers down Till all its surfaces with splendor glow, A ruby, for a crown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VOLUPTAS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD AT SAGAMORE HILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |