E Tenebris

Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
  For I am drowning in a stormier sea
  Than Simon on thy lake of Galilee:
The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
My heart is as some famine-murdered land,
  Whence all good things have perished utterly,

  And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
If I this night before God's throne should stand.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
  Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
  From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.'

Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
  The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
  The wounded hands, the weary human face.

-Oscar Wilde, (1854-1900)
Poem from Rosa Mystica, 1881

from Project Gutenberg (public domain)

E Tenebris (Latin, "Out of Darkness")
Other works from the Rosa Mystica:

Ave Maria plena Gratia
Easter Day
Madonna Mia
The New Helen
Rome Unvisited
San Miniato
Sonnet on approaching Italy
Sonnet on hearing the Dies Iræ sung in the Sistine Chapel
Sonnet written in Holy Week at Genoa
Urbs Sacra Æterna
Vita nuova

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