From my poor sins I am set free. In lilac dusk the taper smolders; The dark stole's rigid drapery Conceals a massive head and shoulders. "Talitha kumi": Is it He Once more? How fast the heart is beating ... A touch: a hand moves absently The customary cross repeating. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DANTE by VITTORIO AMEDEO ALFIERI TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST |