That night my angel stooped and strained To lift me from the mud. He could not lift my heaviness. My angel sweated blood. He said: You are the heaviest grief In heaven since the flood. All night my angel stooped and strained, Loath to abandon me: The heaviest load since Lucifer Shook heaven's regency. All night he interceded for My black necessity. He rose. And two wings hid his feet. And two wings veiled his face, And two wings took him, weary wings, To angels' resting place. He flew away. He left with me Despair and my disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF JOHN KEATS' DEATH by SARA TEASDALE MILTON'S PRAYER [OF PATIENCE, OR, IN BLINDNESS] by ELIZABETH LLOYD HOWELL MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH POOR [OR, COCK] ROBIN by MOTHER GOOSE MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |