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AYE, what is it to them? They are content.
He's dead. No shrinking now at words of his
Scorning them, aye and what they hated more,
Teaching them, they the teachers. He had eyes
That saw too far through hearts, and so he's dead.
And what is it to them if I, the tool
Who did their wickedness at a low price,
Am God-accursed? No, they'll not even waste
A little cheap hypocrisy - no praise
For serving Israel's Lord, no promises
Of honour from my nation, no pretence
Of freeing me from blood-guilt - all that's past.
"What's that to us? Look to it thou thyself."
They gathered up my coins, though. All men love
The shining of good monies. How they'll mock:
"We drove that bargain well, at least. The fool!
To sell his Master on such easy terms,
And his own soul too - though what's that to us?
And then to toss us back the price again
As if that could change matters."
No, I'll have
My money back: they shall not profit so.
Rather the sea shall have it. The full sea
Will take it greedily, as a man takes,
And never look the fuller. But I doubt -
Not doubt, I know some horrible strange chance
Would kill me if I took it in my hands.
I dare not touch it. Let them keep it then,
And take the curse with it.
The price of blood!
And who's? But He, how could he die indeed?
He could not with our death. Not if he was
Whom I at times believed him, Whom he said.
And if he said it falsely then 'twas fit
His dupes should be unduped - the priests urged that.
I could not go amiss: if he were Christ,
His glory would burst forth and dazzle earth,
Wake up our Zion, scare the Romans hence;
And if not Christ, why then the dread of death
Would make him speak plain words of what he was,
And be set free forgiven.
But he'd bate
No jot, no tittle, would be only Christ.
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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