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E Tenebris (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
2] For I am drowning in a stormier sea
3] Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
4] The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
5] My heart is as some famine-murdered land,
6] Whence all good things have perished utterly,
7] And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
8] If I this night before God's throne should stand.
- 9] He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
10] Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
11] From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.
12] Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
13] The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
14] The wounded hands, the weary human face.