INSCRIBED TO MY FRIEND E. C. IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee, -- Pray then alone, 'O Christ, come tenderly! By thy forsaken Sonship in the red Drear wine-press, -- by the wilderness outspread, -- And the lone garden where thine agony Fell bloody from thy brow, -- by all of those Permitted desolations, comfort mine! No earthly friend being near me, interpose No deathly angel 'twixt my face and thine, But stoop Thyself to gather my life's rose, And smile away my mortal to Divine!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN BALLADE FORM by FRANCOIS VILLON MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO HARTLEY COLERIDGE; SIX YEARS OLD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE LITTLE KNIGHT IN GREEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES |