Not alone in Palestine those blessed Feet have trod, For I catch their print, I have seen their dint On a plot of chalky ground, Little villas dotted round; On a sea-worn waste, Where a priest, in haste, Passeth with the Blessèd Sacrament to one dying, frail, Through the yarrow, past the tamarisk, and the plaited snail: Bright upon the grass I see Bleeding Feet of Calvary- And I worship, and I clasp them round! On this bit of chalky, English ground, Jesu, Thou art found: my God I hail, My Lord, my God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE THE PASSIONS: AN ODE FOR MUSIC by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS SIR LANCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON TWELVE SONNETS: 5. GLAD SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |