ST. PETER once: 'Lord, dost Thou wash my feet?' -- Much more I say: Lord, dost Thou stand and knock At my closed heart more rugged than a rock, Bolted and barred, for Thy soft touch unmeet, Nor garnished nor in any wise made sweet? Owls roost within and dancing satyrs mock. Lord, I have heard the crowing of the cock And have not wept: ah, Lord, Thou knowest it. Yet still I hear Thee knocking, still I hear: 'Open to Me, look on Me eye to eye, That I may wring thy heart and make it whole; And teach thee love because I hold thee dear, And sup with thee in gladness soul with soul, And sup with thee in glory by and by.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by ELBRIDGE JEFFERSON CUTLER EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONG: TO CELIA by PHILOSTRATUS IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |