Poems (Stuart)/To ———
For works with similar titles, see To ———.
TO ———
Between two common days this day was hungWhen 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 unfoldBefore the night had borne the death of love;You took the bread I blessed, and love was soldUpon 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!