Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JESUS WEPT, by FRANCIS BROOKS First Line: At eve he rested there amidst the grass Last Line: And was consoled then to his shelter crept. Subject(s): Consolation; Courts & Courtiers; Fate; Jesus Christ; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens; Destiny | ||||||||
AT eve He rested there amidst the grass, And as the stars shone out He dreamed of God, His destiny, the kingdom all of glass And gold; He watched the reapers homeward plod; Became aware of strength for holy deeds Astir within Him; turned His eyes to where The Great Sea rolled a sight that ever breeds A hunger for deep powers; felt that there A symbol was of His far-spreading mind, His restless strong desire, and marked perchance The tiny specks of moving sail; divined Of time and space the secret circumstance, And when His gaze was wearied, softly wept And was consoled then to His shelter crept. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE |
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