He never spoke a word to me, And yet He called my name. He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came. At first I said, "I will not bear His cross upon my back -- He only seeks to place it there Because my skin is black." But He was dying for a dream, And He was very meek; And in His eyes there shone a gleam Men journey far to seek. It was Himself my pity bought; I did for Christ alone What all of Rome could not have wrought With bruise of lash or stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS THE ARABIAN SHAWL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |