THE WHILE my mad brain whirled around <br />She only looked with eyes elate <br />Immortal love at me. I found <br />How deep the glance of love can wound, <br />How cruel pity is to hate. <br /> <br /> <br />I was begirt with hostile spears: <br />My angel warred in me for you <br />Whose gentle calmness all too fierce <br />Made unseen lightnings to pierce <br />My heart that dripped with ruddy dew. <br /> <br /> <br />I know how on the final day <br />The hosts of darkness meet with death: <br />The angels with their love shall slay, <br />Flowing to meet the dark array <br />With terrible yet tender breath.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-christ-sword/
