I have no Brother -- they who meet me now Offer a hand with their own wills defiled, And while they wear a smooth unwrinkled brow Know not that Truth can never be beguiled; Go wash the hand that still betrays thy guilt; Before the spirit's gaze what stain can hide? Abel's red blood upon the earth is spilt, And by thy tongue it cannot be denied; I hear not with the ear -- the heart doth tell Its secret deeds to me untold before; Go, all its hidden plunder quickly sell, Then shalt thou cleanse thee from thy brother's gore; Then will I take thy gift -- that bloody stain Shall not be seen upon thy hand again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD |