He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name. He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, "I will not bear His cross upon my back -- He only seeks to place it there Because my skin is black." But He was dying for a dream, And He was very meek; And in His eyes there shone a gleam Men journey far to seek. It was Himself my pity bought; I did for Christ alone What all of Rome could not have wrought With bruise of lash or stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE by WILLIAM BLAKE NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN DULL DEVOTION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |