116. The Christ-sword. Russell, George William ("A. E."). 1913. Collected Poems by A.E.

George William (“A. E.”) Russell (1867–1935). Collected Poems by A.E. 1913.

116. 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.	5

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.	10

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.	15