TRAMPLING a dark hill, a red sun athwart, I saw a host that rent their clothes and hair, And dashed their spread hands against that sunset glare, And cried, " Go from us, God, since God thou art! Utterly from our coasts and towns depart, Court, camp, and senate-hall, and mountain bare: Our pomp Thou troublest, and our feast dost scare, And with Thy temples dost confuse our mart! Depart Thou from our hearing and our seeing: Depart Thou from the works and ways of men; Their laws, their thoughts, the inmost of their being: Black Nightmare, hence! that earth may breathe again. " Can God depart? I said. Then one replied, Close by-" Not so: each Sin at heart is Deicide." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JESUS - THE SWEETEST NAME by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ALARIC AT ROME by MATTHEW ARNOLD MAY CELEBRANTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |