English Poetry. Oscar Wilde. E Tenebris. Оскар Уайльд.

Oscar Wilde (Оскар Уайльд)

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,
Whence all good things have perished utterly,
And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
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
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face. 

Oscar Wilde’s other poems:

1. Queen Henrietta Maria
2. Sonnet Written in Holy Week at Genoa
3. On the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria
4. Sonnet on Hearing the Dies Irae Sung in the Sistine Chapel
5. Le Jardin Des Tuileries

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