O Heart of Three-in-the evening, You nestled the thorn-crowned head; He leaned on you in His sorrow, And rested on you when dead. Ah! Holy Three-in-the evening He gave you His richest dower; He met you afar on Calvary, And made you "His own last hour". O Brow of Three-in-the evening, Thou wearest a crimson crown; Thou art Priest of the hours forever, And thy voice, as thou goest down The cycles of time, still murmurs The story of love each day: "I held in death the Eternal, In the long and the far-away." O Heart of Three-in-the evening, Mine beats with thine to-day; Thou tellest the olden story, I kneel -- and I weep and pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION by WILLIAM BLAKE THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHERE IS ARCADY? by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE PRINCE HOHENSTIEL-SCHWANGAU; SAVIOUR OF SOCIETY by ROBERT BROWNING THE DESERT by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT |