The Bridegroom stood in the open door, And far within the Lord's Supper Was spread so long and bright. The Bridegroom shaded his eyes and looked, And his face was bright to see— "What dost thou here at the Lord's Supper With thy body's sins?" said he. 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot Stood black, and sad, and bare"I have wandered many nights and days; There is no light elsewhere." "T was the wedding guests cried out within, And their eyes were fierce and bright— "Scourge the soul of Judas Iscariot Away into the night!" The Bridegroom stood in the open door, And of every flake of falling snow, Before it touched the ground, There came a dove, and a thousand doves Made sweet sound. 'T was the body of Judas Iscariot Floated away full fleet, And the wings of the doves that bare it off Were like its winding-sheet. "T was the Bridegroom stood at the open door, And beckoned, smiling sweet; "T was the soul of Judas Iscariot Stole in, and fell at his feet. "The Holy Supper is spread within, The supper wine is poured at last, BOBERT BUCHANAN. THE BLESSED DAMOZEL.* THE blessed damozel leaned out She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, Her seemed she scarce had been a day *Written in the author's nineteenth year. The wonder was not yet quite gone (To one, it is ten years of years. It was the rampart of God's house So high, that looking downward thence. It lies in Heaven, across the flood Beneath, the tides of day and night Around her, lovers, newly met And still she bowed herself and stooped Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Its path; and now she spoke as when The sun was gone now, the curled moon Fluttering far down the gulf; and now (Ah sweet! Even now, in that bird's song, Strove not her accents there, Fain to be hearkened? When those bells Strove not her steps to reach my side "I wish that he were come to me, For he will come," she said. "Have I not prayed in Heaven?-on earth, Are not two prayers a perfect strength? "When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, 306032 I'll take his hand and go with him As unto a stream we will step down, "We two will stand beside that shrine, Whose lamps are stirred continually And see our old prayers, granted, melt "We two will lie i' the shadow of That living mystic tree Within whose secret growth the Dove Is sometimes felt to be, While every leaf that His plumes touch "And I myself will teach to him, I myself, lying so, The songs I sing here; which his voice (Alas! we two, we two, thou say'st! Yea, one wast thou with me That once of old. But shall God lift To endless unity The soul whose likeness with thy soul Was but its love for thee?) "We two," she said, "will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, |