Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
Catherine M. Verschoyle382. The Deliverer
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I, I that love Thee raised Thee on this Rood!)
Yet greatest in my love: devotion spurs
Me on to strange deep thoughts and stranger deeds
My roughness planned not erst,
For all unversed
In ways of love I would content Thy needs,
Delight Thee with a flower, a word, a song,
Striving to make Thy toilsome way less long,
Its stones less bitter, its rebuffs less rude,
To guard Thee ’gainst the sharp ingratitude
Of those who beg Time and Eternity,
Both worlds at once, abusing clemency.
Such as the universe has never heard;
Whisper it till the earth’s foundations quake,
And fiery worlds awake
And shake
Their burning pinions, and ring out the cry
That shrilly echoes
Where between whirling planets flows
The ardent stream of palpitating light.
Destroy the worlds, Oh Lord,
With the one whispered word,
And with consuming flame illume the sight
Of all those muddy souls who love Thee not.
Or bid the flying circles cease
And a great peace
Thunder across immensity,
Enwrapping heaven and earth and sky.
Bid the air cease to hum
And all the murmuring orbs be dumb,
Suddenly, utterly,
And shatter them with silence—
More deep
The iron scarce could pierce my suffering soul;
Have seen Thee fast and pray,
Struggle and sweat.
While the eleven slept the night away
My brow was wet,
My heart beat high,
For, lo, I read
The scroll of Heaven emblazonèd,
And knew Thy triumph nigh—
I, I that love Thee raised Thee on this Rood!)
I suffered all with Thee;
Raising Thee high that all should bend the knee.
That very royal crown of thorns
That crimsoneth Thy brow—
So might gleam rubies set on snow,—
I offered it; dear Master, look on me,
Say, have I not done well?
How my poor heart would swell
At praise from Thee—
For see, without my deed,
Thy deed had not been done;
This be my meed
They battle won—
And that down future ages, lighted by the torch
That Thou dost kindle, men shall say—
Judas that loved Him raised Him on the Rood!)
Warmed his chilled hands as he denied,
While Judas’ teeth did chatter before Caiaphas;
My darkness seemed a heavy monstrous mass
With but one quivering light—Thy tortured death—
Ay, for it pierced beneath
My heart into my spirit—yet I knew
Before the worlds that task I had to do;
God set it me, let me fulfil
His very bitter will—
I should rejoice and hymn
Thy great uplifting, high above all towers—
Follow the circle round, there Judas cowers,
Lonely, forsaken, outcast, anguish-swayed;
Yet we are one, betrayer and Betrayed;
Thou drinkest of my cup, I drink of Thine,
Thou art immortal, I shall be divine;
Dreaming, Thou risest from Thy painful Throne,
Waking, Thou drawest to Thee me, Thine own.
I kissed Thee gently—Thou hast understood?
Out on the silly cowards who deserted Thee,
Whom men call good.
Thou and I are free,
We see not as the others see,
We dream—
And that is times away.
Far down the stream
Of heavenly ways we see our paths unite
Where the veils fall, and day
For me replaces night—
I, I that love Thee raised Thee on this Rood!)
For Thee that lesser men had left undone,
Be my love hereby proved, I have not spared
To give my God where God but gave His Son.
I bear such pains, my body was not formed
To see the struggles of a dying God,
Or hold the terror of a prisoned soul
Striving for freedom: I am fain
Of silence, and the peace of night again.
Night brooding over Galilee,
And our small company
Each with his portioned dole
Quietly laid about Thee on the sod,
Beneath which, now, there is no peace for me,
For Thou and I have work to do—Oh God!
Forsaken, helpless, therefore doubly to be loved—
See how I yearn o’er Thee!
And mine, aeonial, scarce begun,
For where Thy name is honoured, I am cursed;
Outcast, reviled, I down the ages go,
Death but delivers me to greater woe.
But where Thy passion is rehearsed
Our names are linkèd still,
And Thine shall such a heavenly dew distil
That mine shall be washed pure and sweet some day,
And children’s lips sing ‘Judas’, like a kiss,
But in no softer way
Than fell that kiss with which I did betray
Thy sad humanity,
Freeing the Godhead for eternity—
Judas that loves Thee raised Thee on this Rood!)
So sharp the sacrifice, the agony.
Keep Thou the hapless Judas in Thy heart,
Nor fail me on that far-off day
When all that erred in my sad deed is purged away.
My lowly part
Was just to make the sacrifice complete,
Adding to heavenly stature earthly feet:
Thou art uplifted, I shall be cast down,
Master, farewell, until my destined crown
Is won, and all Thou strivest for fulfilled.
I am not worthy that my blood be spilled
Like Thine: in grosser pangs be spirit torn
From my gross body, let the wide world scorn
So I but join Thee aeons after
Where the soft laughter
Of the redeemed echoes about the heavenly space;
And find, crouched at Thy feet, a little quiet place.
Then, when my courage grows, after awhile,
Murmur to me, with Thy celestial smile—
I grant thee to be crucified with Me!