Am I a stone and not a sheep That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss, And yet not weep? Not so those women loved Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; Not so the thief was moved; Not so the Sun and Moon Which hid their faces in starless sky, A horror of great darkness at broad noon, -- I, only I. Yet give not o'er, But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock; Greater than Moses, turn and look once more And smite a rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE STRANGER'S ALMS by HENRY ABBEY SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE RELAPSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |