上海龙凤shlf最新地址Poem: E Tenebris

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,

For I am drowning in a stormier sea

Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:

The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,

My heart is as some famine-murdered land

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Whence all good things have perished utterly,

And well I know my soul in Hell must lie

上海龙凤shlf最新地址If I this night before God's throne should stand.

'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,

Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name

上海龙凤shlf最新地址From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,

The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址The wounded hands, the weary human face.