ON the lifted Rood thy Days have hewn, Sweet Soul, be crucified. Yield the soft palm to the piercing nails And bare the beating side. Now change thee the love-stars in thine eyes, And thy roses twined in vain, For the upward stare of agony, And the aubéspine of pain. O feet that sought the forest-paths Cross over patiently: O lips that the red red wines have stained Be moistened bitterly. The moon and the stars the torches were To thy strange sweet mysteries; And God was the Lord of thy wedding-feast,— For this, O Love, for this! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG PRAYER OF COLUMBUS by WALT WHITMAN FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |