Am I a stone and not a sheep That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so the Sun and Moon Which hid their faces in starless sky, A horror of great darkness at broad noon, -- I, only I. Yet give not o'er, But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock; Greater than Moses, turn and look once more And smite a rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE OUT FROM BEHIND THIS MASK by WALT WHITMAN A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG |