Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged, Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose, And who now takes Himself away, estranged, From those who owned Him once, and past them flows. He feels the ancient loneliness to-day That taught Him all His deepest acts of love; Now in the olive groves He soon will rove, And these who love Him all will flee away. To the last supper table He hath led. As birds are frightened from a garden-bed By shots, so He their hands forth from the bread Doth frighten by His word: to Him they flee; Then flutter round the table in their fright And seek a passage from the hall. But He Is everywhere, like dusk at fall of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE ON THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE [OUT OF NORFOLK] by WILLIAM COWPER THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |