OUR Master lies asleep and is at rest:His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep:
The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west:
Our Master lies asleep.
Now we are they who weep, and trembling keep
Vigil, with wrung heart in a sighing breast,
While slow time creeps, and slow the shadows creep.
Renew Thy youth, as eagle from the nest;
O Master, who hast sown, arise to reap: --
No cock-crow yet, no flush on eastern crest:
Our Master lies asleep.
-- Christina Georgina Rossetti
Source: Seeking the Elohim Grails
