The Christ-sword

 THE WHILE my mad brain whirled around
She only looked with eyes elate
Immortal love at me.
 I found
How deep the glance of love can wound,
How cruel pity is to hate.



I was begirt with hostile spears:
My angel warred in me for you
Whose gentle calmness all too fierce
Made unseen lightnings to pierce
My heart that dripped with ruddy dew.



I know how on the final day
The hosts of darkness meet with death:
The angels with their love shall slay,
Flowing to meet the dark array
With terrible yet tender breath.

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