I Saw The Sun At Midnight

I saw the Sun at midnight, rising red, Deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain Of blood-compassion, and I saw It gain Swiftly in size and growing till It spread Over the stars; the heavens bowed their head As from Its heart slow dripped a crimson rain, Then a great tremor shook It, as of pain— The night fell, moaning, as It hung there dead. O Sun, O Christ, O bleeding Heart of flame! Thou givest Thine agony as our life’s worth, And makest it infinite, lest we have dearth Of rights wherewith to call upon Thy Name; Thou pawnest Heaven as a pledge for Earth And for our glory sufferest all shame.