TO ——

Between two common days this day was hung

When Love went to the ending that was his;

His seamless robe was rent, his brow was wrung,

He took at last the sponge's bitter kiss.

A simple day the dawn had watched unfold

Before the night had borne the death of love;

You took the bread I blessed, and love was sold

Upon your lips, and paid the price thereof.

I changed then, as when soul from body slips,

And casts its passion and its pain aside;

I pledged you with most spiritual lips,

And gave you hands that you had crucified.

You who betrayed, kissed, crucified, forgot,

You walked with Christ, poor fool, and knew it not!