I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?