Jephthah and Other Mysteries

172 MYSTERIES : THE MORNING OF DISILLUSION- MENT. HE Eve of Love has faded To this unhallowed morn ; Of which these laughters shaded With bitterness are born, With tears and cruel sighing ‘The day springs up undying Toward the crucifying Of Love with nails of scorn. Nailed to a cross of iron My bleeding bosom hangs ; Love’s serpents all environ My heart with tameless fangs. Unshaken, tortured, stricken By agonies that thicken I hang, and sweat, and sicken, With miserable pangs. I found out Love new-risen From seas I thought had slain His passion in their prison, And girt their icy chain.