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THE CHRIST-SWORD by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: THE WHILE MY MAD BRAIN WHIRLED AROUND
Last Line: WITH TERRIBLE YET TENDER BREATH.
Subject(s): GRIEF; LOVE - NATURE OF; SORROW; SADNESS;

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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