OVER the dim confessional cried Father Amatus, -- cloistered young, -- Dropping his rosary by his side, Careless where his crucifix swung: "I have been priest since -- an endless when ! Sat by the living, consoled the dead, Fasted and prayed for women and men, Fed the poor with my daily bread. "The wind blows cold, -- how the snowflakes creep! I will sin one sin, ere past recall, Lest life should faint in this pallid sleep: Kiss me, Jessica! Once for all." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE ARID LANDS by HERBERT BASHFORD PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 18. DILIGAM TE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 40 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |