I came across this poem in an anthology complied by David Winter called 'The Master Haunter; poems about Jesus'
He is the Lonely Greatness
He is the lonely greatness of the world -
(His eyes are dim),
His power it is holds up the Cross
That holds up Him.
He takes the sorrow of the three-fold hour -
(His eyelids close).
Round Him and round, the wind - His Spirit - where
It listeth blows.
And so the wounded greatness of the world
In silence lies-
And death is shattered by the light from out
Those darkened eyes.
Madeline Caron Rock
It has been set to music by Arthur Benjamin, for unaccompanied choir.