Chapter LVII

And I had wept—but had no tears!
I had denied him many years!
And ’twas the second death, I trow,
To look upon that Saviour now,
And think, what I on earth had done,
To pierce afresh that Holy One
I yearn’d to think ’twas all a dream!
But no—I see him there!
I strove to waken with a scream,
But voices mock’d in air:
I strove to cry—I yearn’d to pray:
And a voice broke in on my wild dismay,
Go—go, poor creature, begone for aye!
And a demon laugh ha-ha’d away.