CHICAGO MAY
See! what a love is child of that pure hate,
‘What hope the heritor of that despair!
All I destroyed 1 save, I recreate.
‘What things shall be annihilate what were.
Evil was made that good might come thereby,
And life to show us it is good to die!
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O love! O love! lost, lost beyond all hope!
1 plunged too deep within the mire! I strove
To master worlds beyond my horoscope
1 sought out hate, and found it only love.
I did invoke pure scorn, and lo! appears
The pale veiled goddess of immortal tears.
Vile, mean, debauched, a mass of muck you are:
“Tis you, and none but you, I came to save.
Tleave in heaven my maiden, my sole star;
For you I give my godhead to the grave.
Dung that you are, you have given me the key
To Christ's heart—ob | unveil the Graal for me!
What! you are past redemption thief and whore?
It is for you I must give up my life.
My maid is pure and true; she needs no more.
You are the bitch that I must make my wife.
Tlove her. Yes: then just that love demands
Renunciation. Ay! love understands.
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