THE JUDAS TREE

THE JUDAS TREE

WINTER to my tree has lentBeauty clean and innocent,Here no purple flowers blow,But crystal blossoms of the snow,Every crooked bough is setWith starry petals delicate.Judas flung the silver down,And hanged himself beyond the town:Spring returns. The traitor bloodQuickens in each scarlet bud.Frost and snow remember not—Mercy on Iscariot.

WINTER to my tree has lentBeauty clean and innocent,Here no purple flowers blow,But crystal blossoms of the snow,Every crooked bough is setWith starry petals delicate.Judas flung the silver down,And hanged himself beyond the town:Spring returns. The traitor bloodQuickens in each scarlet bud.Frost and snow remember not—Mercy on Iscariot.

WINTER to my tree has lentBeauty clean and innocent,Here no purple flowers blow,But crystal blossoms of the snow,Every crooked bough is setWith starry petals delicate.

Judas flung the silver down,And hanged himself beyond the town:Spring returns. The traitor bloodQuickens in each scarlet bud.Frost and snow remember not—Mercy on Iscariot.

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