We Came Behind Him By The Wall, My Brethren Drew Their Brands, And They Had Strength To Strike Him Down-- And I To Bind His Hands. Only Once, To A Lantern Gleam, He Turned His Face From The Wall, And It Was As The Accusing Angel'S Face On The Day When The Stars Shall Fall. I Grasped The Axe With Shaking Hands, I Stared At The Grass I Trod; For I Feared To See The Whole Bare Heavens Filled With The Face Of God. I Struck: The Serpentine Slow Blood In Four Arms Soaked The Moss-- Before Me, By The Living Christ, The Blood Ran In A Cross. Therefore I Toil In Forests Here And Pile The Wood In Stacks, And Take No Fee From The Shivering Folk Till I Have Cleansed The Axe. But For A Curse God Cleared My Sight, And Where Each Tree Doth Grow I See A Life With Awful Eyes, And I Must Lay It Low.