CHRIST of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk That listened wondering. He heard the bitterns call From ruined palace-wall, Answered them brotherly. He held communion With the she-pelican Of lonely piety. Basilisk, cockatrice, Flocked to his homilies, With mail of dread device, With monstrous barbed slings, With eager dragon-eyes; Great rats on leather wings And poor blind broken things, Foul in their miseries. And ever with Him went, Of all His wanderings Comrade, with ragged coat, Gaunt ribs -- poor innocent -- Bleeding foot, burning throat, The guileless old scapegoat; For forty nights and days Followed in Jesus' ways, Sure guard behind Him kept, Tears like a lover wept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAELIA: SONNETS: 11 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ALL SAINTS' DAY (1868) by ADA CAMBRIDGE AN HYMENEAL DIALOGUE: BRIDE AND GROOM by THOMAS CAREW THE DREAM OF THE ROPEMAKER'S SON by RHYS CARPENTER THE DANCING OF THE AIR by JOHN DAVIES (1569-1626) THE LOST PATH by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS GIVE ME NO HOME 'NEATH THE PALE PINK DOME OF EUROPEAN SKIES by EUGENE FIELD |