I saw one sitting on a kingly throne, A man of age, whom Time had touched with white; White were his brows, and white his vestment shone, And white the childhood of his lips with light, Only his eyes gleamed masterful and bright, Holding the secrets shut of worlds unknown, And in his hand the sceptre lay of might, To bind and loose all souls beneath the sun. Where is the manhood, where the Godhood here? The weak things of the world confound the wise. Here is all weakness, let us cast out fear. Here is all strength. Ah, screen me from those eyes, The terrible eyes of Him who sees unseen The thing that is, and shall be, and has been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BUDDHA AND BRAHMA by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS MY LOYAL LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH |