My heart grew ice because of that grim head, Red sparking eyes alert for pounce or flight Features miscarven by strange appetite, Till kinship with the Elohim was dead, And kestrel, snake and rat were in their stead, Glaring through eyeholes that let in no light, Slinking through corridors made black as night, The paths the heavenly hierarchies should tread. A company of starry ones without That midnight wait on the lost wanderer, The hero whom these demon things immure. The shining ones make answer to my doubt, Our Lord is buried in this sepulchre. We wait His resurrection. It is sure! " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 77 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PASSION FLOWER by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN A CITY GARDEN by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |