Now has the third day's red sail come To haven on its westering way; In the soul -- Golgotha, the tomb, Dispute, and riot, and dismay. And craftily, the cruel night Stands everywhere on sentinel, And though the warming sun is bright, It has not strength the dark to quell. Death, the inexorable, gapes; The heart is stifled in the grave ... Somewhere are white and shining shapes, Gold on the gloom, wrath on the wave! And frenzied women, pale with tears, Proclaim good tidings -- but of what? From crushing and denying fears The lulling mist lets nothing out. Someone, a stranger, on the road, Stopping to speak to us, proclaims A sacrificed and a dead God ... And the heart breathes again, and flames. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON GULF-WEED by CORNELIUS GEORGE FENNER FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER |