A LONE I stand upon the sacred height, Where erst, at noon, the night its mantle flung O'er the Divine Humanity that hung To brutal gaze exposed. The conscious light To sudden blindness withered at the sight Of mortal pangs from wounds immortal wrung; The earth her gates sepulchral open swung, Impatient for the soul's descending flight To her expectant shades. O Calvary! Again the dripping darkness crowns thy brow, And I (as then, to His all-seeing mind) Weep 'mid the general gloom. Oh! let me be, As in those hours of anguish, hidden now In shades of death, the light of life to find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 3. FULL MOON by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE DEATH OF THE HIRED MAN by ROBERT FROST A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |