Good Friday by Christina Rossetti

It's rather surprising that there are no (very) famous poems about Good Friday in English. The best I could find was this one from Christina Rossetti. I love Rossetti's poetry, but I hadn't encountered this one before. I think it's pretty good, though hardly one of her best.

Good Friday

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,

That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,

To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,

And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved

Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;

Not so fallen Peter, weeping bitterly;

Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon

Which hid their faces in a starless sky,

A horror of great darkness at broad noon –

I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,

But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;

Greater than Moses, turn and look once more

And smite a rock.