OH, man's capacity For spiritual sorrow, corporal pain! Who has explored the deepmost of that sea, With heavy links of a far-fathoming chain? That melancholy lead, Let down in guilty and in innocent hold, Yea into childish hands delivered, Leaves the sequestered floor unreached, untold. One only has explored The deepmost; but He did not die of it. Not yet, not yet He died. Man's human Lord Touched the extreme; it is not infinite. But over the abyss Of God's capacity for woe He stayed One hesitating hour; what gulf was this? Forsaken He went down, and was afraid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |