I saw a hunchback climb over a hill, Carrying slops for the pigs to swill. The snow was hard, the air was frore, And he cast a bluish shadow before. Over the frozen hill he came, Like one who is neither strong nor lame; And I saw his face as he passed me by, And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye: His face, like the face of a wrinkled child Who has never laughed or played or smiled. I watched him till his work was done; And suddenly God went out of the sun, Went out of the sun without a sound But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground. The hunchback turned and retracked the snows; But where God's gone, there's no man knows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUST IN GOD by NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872) A POET'S FANCIES: 8. THE MODERN POET; A SONG OF DERIVATIONS by ALICE MEYNELL THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |