"Carry me across!" The Syrian heard, rose up, and braced His huge limbs to the accustomed toil: "My child, see how the waters boil? The night-black heavens look angry-faced; But life is little loss. "I'll carry thee with joy, If needs be, safe as nestling dove: For o'er this stream I pilgrims bring In service to one Christ, a King Whom I have never seen, yet love." "I thank thee," said the boy. Cheerful, Arprobus took The burden on his shoulders great, And stepped into the waves once more; When lo! they leaping rise and roar, And 'neath the little child's light weight The tottering giant shook. "Who art thou?" cried he wild, Struggling in middle of the ford: "Boy as thou look'st, it seems to me The whole world's load I bear in thee, Yet -- " "For the sake of Christ, thy Lord, Carry me," said the child. No more Arprobus swerved, But gained the farther bank, and then A voice cried, "Hence Christopheros be! For carrying thou hast carried Me, The sing of angels and of men, The Master thou hast served." And in the moonlight blue The saint saw, -- not the wandering boy, But him who walked upon the sea And o'er the plains of Galilee, Till, filled with mystic, awful joy, His dear Lord Christ he knew. Oh, little is all loss, And brief the space 'twixt shore and shore , If thou, Lord Jesus, on us lay, Through the deep waters of our way, The burden that Christopheros bore, -- To carry thee across. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN TO JOHN DRYDEN, ESQ.; POET LAUREATE AND HISTOGRAPHER ROYAL by PHILIP AYRES CANADA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |