Her hands were clasped downward and doubled, Her head was held down and depress'd, Her bosom, like white billows troubled, Fell fitful and rose in unrest; Her robes were all dust and disorder'd Her glory of hair, and her brow, Her face, that had lifted and lorded, Fell pallid and passionless now. She heard not accusers that brought her In mockery hurried to Him, Nor heeded, nor said, nor besought her With eyes lifted doubtful and dim. All crush'd and stone-cast in behavior, She stood as a marble would stand, Then the Savior bent down, and the Savior In silence wrote on in the sand. What wrote He? How fondly one lingers And questions, what holy command Fell down from the beautiful fingers Of Jesus, like gems in the sand. O better the Scian uncherish'd Had died ere a note or device Of battle was fashion'd, than perish'd This only line written by Christ. He arose and look'd on the daughter Of Eve, like a delicate flower, And he heard the revilers that brought her; Men stormy, and strong as a tower; And He said, "She has sinn'd; let the blameless Come forward and cast the first stone!" But they, they fled shamed and yet shameless; And she, she stood white and alone. Who now shall accuse and arraign us? What man shall condemn and disown? Since Christ has said only the stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone. For what man can bare us his bosom, And touch with his forefinger there, And say, 'Tis as snow, as a blossom? Beware of the stainless, beware! O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us; Yet first to repent and regret! O first then in all that is human, Yea! first where the Nazarene trod, O woman! O beautiful woman! Be then first in the kingdom of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONG, BY -- by JAMES HAY BEATTIE THE LAST MAN: A DREAM by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |