The night is still, The stony paths are dim; In silent fear The Garden waits for Him -- The trees are black Upon the eastern sky, A night bird calls At His slow passing by. The cedar boughs Bend dark above His head -- The night moth flies From Him in fluttering dread -- The flowers sleep; No mortal thing may go To comfort Him In His almighty woe. Heavy with dreams The three disciples lie -- Alone He prays This Cup may pass Him by. An angel bends With strength-enfolding wings, He stoops, He drinks, And life eternal springs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PAST AND PRESENT by THOMAS HOOD SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BIRD WITH THE COPPERY, KEEN CLAWS by WALLACE STEVENS |