What hast thou done? Hark, till thine ears wax hot, Judas; for these and these things hast thou done. Thou hast made earth faint, and sickened the sweet sun, With fume of blood that reeks from limbs that rot; Thou hast washed thine hands and mouth, saying, 'Am I not Clean?' and thy lips were bloody, and there was none To speak for man against thee, no, not one; This hast thou done to us, Iscariot. Therefore though thou be deaf and heaven be dumb, A cry shall be from under to proclaim In the ears of all who shed men's blood or sell Pius the Ninth, Judas the Second, come Where Boniface out of the filth and flame Barks for his advent in the clefts of hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA TRAFALGAR SQUARE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING PROVINCIA DESERTA by EZRA POUND THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON |