Fate in Arcadia, and other poems (1892) (14595280408)

Identifier: fateinarcadiaoth00elli (find matches)
Title: Fate in Arcadia, and other poems
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Ellis, Edwin John
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Publisher: London : Ward & Downey
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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fe, and be, Christ come again by flesh of thine,Thou too shalt know what came to me,Then when I bound my self-hood fine And called it Satan for his sake, And lived, and saved the world, and diedOnly for him, my light, to makeHis joy, who floated from my side, And left me here with wound of spears,A cast-ofF ghostly shade to rave,And haunt the place for endless years.Crying, Himself he cannot save ! So spoke the ghost of Josephs son Haunting the place where Christ was slain : I pray that eer this world be done,Christ may relieve his piteous pain. 164 THE WANDERER. Ah, Christ, it were enough to knowThat brooding on the unborn things Thou gatherest up the years that goLike a hens brood beneath her wings. It were enough to know that those,More evil than the years that fall, Who heard Thee mocked Thy safe reposeAnd would not trust Thee at Thy call. It ere enough that Thou hast died, Because Thyself Thou couldst not save, Unless by losing from Thy side Thy sons that drove Thee to Thy grave.
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i65 Yet more and more we know and see,For Golgotha the shade retains Of Him who died, the Form of Thee,Of Him who bore Thy fleshly pains. Nor there alone, this Form shall beStill seen within us, Thou dost say Until there shine on earth and seaLight of the unforeboded Day. O Christ the Wanderer, marked as Cain,We know the sign upon Thy brow ; We know the trailing cross, the stain ;The passing footstep whispers now. It was Thy hand, we learn at last,That nailed Thee in that far-ofF year; Thy hand as now Thou wanderest past,Drives deep within Thy side the spear. 166 While evil holds the world in gripAnd men revile the eternal powers, This vision holds Thee lip to lip Close to our love and makes Thee ours. 167 ON THIS PICTURE, AND ON THIS. This is the tree where Judas died, And this where Christ was crucified, And theres but little difference in, Save here one did for his own sin That which the Other did for his. For his and ours; and thus it is That though the Church but little dreamed,