The Flesh
“sweet, thou art pale.”
                        “More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore his Father’s wrath for me.”

“Sweet, thou art sad.”
                    “Beneath a rod
More heavy Christ for my sake trod...

So much to do: so little done!
Ah! yesternight I saw the sun
Sink beamless down the vaulted gray,—
The ghastly ghost of YESTERDAY.

So little done: so much to do!
Each morning breaks on conflicts new;
But eager, brave, I ’ll join the fray,...

This I got on the day that Goring
Fought through York, like a wild beast roaring—
The roofs were black, and the streets were full,
The doors built up with packs of wool;
But our pikes made way through a storm of shot,
Barrel to barrel till locks grew hot;...

Three fishers went sailing out into the west,—
  Out into the west as the sun went down;
Each thought of the woman who loved him the best,
  And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep;
And there ’s little...