 | Poems (1931) |  |
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THE LORD LOOKS AT PETER
My lips were like my steps a song,
and all my thought of Follow me;
but when the march was over long
I turned away from thee.
and all my thought of Follow me;
but when the march was over long
I turned away from thee.
When not alone thine eyes, my God,
but all thy sacred body wept,
and every tear was ruby blood,
I shut my eyes and slept.
but all thy sacred body wept,
and every tear was ruby blood,
I shut my eyes and slept.
A night alarm; a weaponed crowd;
one blow, and with the rest I ran;
I warmed my hands, and said aloud:
I never knew the man.
one blow, and with the rest I ran;
I warmed my hands, and said aloud:
I never knew the man.
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