ONCE slain for Him who first was slain for them, Now made alive in Him for evermore, All luminous and lovely in their gore, With no more buffeting winds or tides to stem, The Martyrs look for New Jerusalem; And cry 'How long?' remembering all they bore, 'How long?' with heart and eyes sent on before Toward consummated throne and diadem. 'How long?' White robes are given to their desire; 'How long?' deep rest that is and is to be; With a great promise of the oncoming host, Loves to their love and fires to flank their fire: So rest they, worshiping incessantly One God, the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY POE'S COTTAGE AT FORDHAM by JOHN HENRY BONER 1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL |