Not white and shining like an ardent flame, Not white and shining like an ardent flame, Not like thy mother and the saints in bliss, Not like thy mother and the saints in bliss, But white from head to foot I bear my blame, But white from head to foot I bear my blame, White as the leper is. White as the leper is. Unclean! Unclean! But thou canst make me clean: Yet if thou clean'st me, Unclean! unclean! But thou canst make me clean: Lord, see that I be Yet if thou clean 'st me, Lord, see that I be Like that one grateful leper of the ten Like that one grateful leper of the ten Who ran back praising thee. Who ran back praising thee. But if I must forget, take back thy word; Be I unclean again but not ingrate. Before I shall forget thee, keep me, But if I must forget, take back thy word; Lord, A sick man at thy gate. Be I unclean again but not ingrate. Before I shall forget thee, keep me, Lord, A sick man at thy gate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS by GREGORY I CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BATTLE OF LIEGE by DANA BURNET |