Lilith

You lazy hound! See my poor child.

[He turns to see LILITH drop the bowl and cakes and run to AMAK—who is crying, half stifled under SAUL’S huge shield.]

[SAUL opens his eyes.]

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II THE SONG OF TEL THE NUBIAN

Small dazzling face! I shut you in my soul; How can I perish now?

But thence a strange decay— Your fragile gleaming wrists Waver my days and shake my life To golden tremors. I have no life at all, Only thin golden tremors That shudder over the abyss of days Which hedged my spirit, my spirit your prison walls That shrunk like phantasms with your vivid beauty—

Towering and widening till The sad moonless place Throngs with a million torches And spears of flaming wings.

III THE TOWER OF SKULLS