NEAR Jabbok Ford, endued with sacred might, The patriarch strove with @3one@1 that silent came, Obscurely limned against the twilight flame -- Strove thro' slow watches of the marvellous night! "@3Ungird thine arms, for lo! 'tis morning light@1," Spake the weird stranger! -- "@3nay, but grant the claim@1, @3Made good thro' strife divine, and bless my name@1, '@3Ere yet thou goest from doubtful clasp and sight@1!" Thus Jacob, in the slowly ebbing swell Of power and passion, -- yearning still to mark That wrestler's face between the dawn and dark: Again, "@3wilt thou not bless me?" . . . yea! and yea@1!" Dropped a still voice, what time the new-born day Haloed an angel's head at Penuel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD THE TERRIBLE SONNETS: 3 by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 (2) by MATHILDE BLIND A LADY OF PARIS BORDONE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ETERNAL TRIANGLE by EMMA BOWERS THE LAUNCH OF A FIRST-RATE; WRITTEN ON WITNESSING THE SPECTACLE, 1840 by THOMAS CAMPBELL |