Sacral Scott

It drew close to the end of night,
With red shades cast at Calvary,
The air kissed every cheek its bite,
The hour love was no more to see.

They mingled closer, all but one
With red shades cast at Calvary,
An aging woman to age come,
The hour love was no more to see.

They bundled what had been their sign
With red shades cast at Calvary
Let need and fear double design
The hour love is no more to see.

A friend was rich and gave his all
With red shades cast at Calvary
They crossed a riven woven wall
The hour love was no more to see.

Then no one dared to think of hell
With red shades cast at Calvary
Passing beyond the want to tell
The hour with love no more to see.

They wondered at the kind of part
When red shades come to Calvary
They took a passing sort of cart
And thought of love no more to see.

When some, and one within that line
Of red shades cast on Calvary
Fell thinking on the very time
Love had been felt and quick to see.

When some of them with barren hands
Drew redly about Calvary
Their thoughts freed themselves from demands
And such love fell about surely.