Here they are gathered, wondering and deranged, Round Him, who wisely doth Himself inclose, And who now takes Himself away, estranged, From those who owned Him once, and past them flows. He feels the ancient loneliness to-day That taught Him all His deepest acts of love; Now in the olive groves He soon will rove, And these who love Him all will flee away. To the last supper table He hath led. As birds are frightened from a garden-bed By shots, so He their hands forth from the bread Doth frighten by His word: to Him they flee; Then flutter round the table in their fright And seek a passage from the hall. But He Is everywhere, like dusk at fall of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |