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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 burnt bright and clear—

“Oh, who is that,” the Bridegroom said,

“Whose weary feet I hear?”

’Twas one look’d from the lighted hall,

And answered soft and slow,

“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

“’Tis 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 broad and bright.

The Bridegroom shaded his eyes and look’d,

And his face was bright to see—

“What dost thou here at the Lord’s Supper