Chicago May

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! Iv 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. 7