John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Narrative and Legendary PoemsThe Knight of St. John
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The sun shall sink again,
Farewell to life and all its ills,
Farewell to cell and chain!
But, darker far than they,
The shadow of a sorrow old
Is on my heart alway.
Closed o’er my steed, and I,
An alien from my name and blood,
A weed cast out to die,—
I saw her turret gleam,
And from its casement, far and white,
Her sign of farewell stream,
Doth home’s green isles descry,
And, vainly longing, gazes o’er
The waste of wave and sky;
I gaze across the past;
Forever on life’s dial-plate
The shade is backward cast!
I ’ve knelt at many a shrine;
And bowed me to the rocky floor
Where Bethlehem’s tapers shine;
I ’ve pledged my knightly sword
To Christ, His blessed Church, and her,
The Mother of our Lord.
How vain do all things seem!
My soul is in the past, and life
To-day is but a dream!
And hard for flesh to bear;
The prayer, the fasting, and the thong,
And sackcloth shirt of hair.
Its ears are open still;
And vigils with the past they keep
Against my feeble will.
Do evermore uprise;
I see the flow of locks of gold,
The shine of loving eyes!
Those golden locks recline;
I see upon another rest
The glance that once was mine.
I hear the Master cry;
“Shut out the vision from thy sight,
Let Earth and Nature die.
And thou the bridegroom art;
Then let the burden of thy vows
Crush down thy human heart!”
Till life itself hath ceased,
And falls beneath the self-same blow
The lover and the priest!
And saints and martyrs old!
Pray for a weak and sinful knight,
A suffering man uphold.
And death unbind my chain,
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hill
The sun shall fall again.