And the icicles were on the eaves,
And the walls were deep with white,
And the shadows of the guests within
Passed on the window-light.
And the shadows of the wedding guests
Did strangely come and go,
And the body of Judas Iscariot
Lay stretched along the snow.
The body of Judas Iscariot
Lay stretched along the snow,
'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
Ran swiftly to and fro.
To and fro, and up and down,
He ran so swiftly there,
As round and round the frozen Pole
Glideth the lean white bear.
'Twas the Bridegroom sat at the table-head,
And the lights burned bright and clear—
"Oh, who is there?" the Bridegroom said,
"Whose weary feet I hear?"
'Twas one looked up from the lighted hall,
And answered soft and low,
"It is a wolf runs up and down,
With a black track in the snow."
The Bridegroom in his robe of white,
Sat at the table-head—
"Oh, who is that who moans without?"
The blessed Bridegroom said.
'Twas one looked from the lighted hall,
And answered fierce and low,
"'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
Gliding to and fro."
'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot
Did hush itself and stand,
And saw the Bridegroom at the door
With a light in his hand.
The Bridegroom stood in the open door,
And he was clad in white,
And far within the Lord's Supper
Was spread so long and bright.