Paul therewith paused, awaiting; for he saw A motion change the listener's attitude. Gamaliel turned toward Paul, and looked at him, A grave, a sad, inquiry in the gaze. "What dost thou mean?" almost severely he, With something of his magisterial wont, Inveterate, in the gesture of his eye And in his tone expressed, now said to Paul: "What dost thou mean? Thou riddlest thus with me. The Lord slew thee, then made alive again Not thy slain self, but some new other man! Meet is it thou shouldst speak in parable Thus to thy master in his hoary age? Plain, and forthwith, what meanest thou, son Saul?" "I would not vex with darkened words thine ear, My master," gently deprecated Paul; "But otherwise how can I, than in words Dark-seeming, frame of things ineffable Shadow or image only? God revealed His Son in me; thenceforth no longer I Lived, but Christ in me. I am not myself. The self that once was I, was crucified With Jesus on that cross, with Jesus then Was buried, and with Jesus rose again, To be forever other than before. "I journeyed to Damascus glorying, In my old heart, the heart thou knewest for Saul, Against the name, and those that owned the name, Of Jesus, to destroy them from the earth. But Jesus, in a terror of great light, Met me and smote me prostrate on the ground. A voice therewith I heard, the voice was wide, And all my members seemed one ear to hear That voice, which shone too, like the light around Me that had quenched the midday sun; it pressed At every pore with importunity So dreadful that the world became a sound: 'Saul, Saul, why art thou persecuting me?' 'Who art thou, Lord?' my trembling flesh inquired. 'Jesus I am whom thou dost persecute,' I heard through all my members in reply.