The Trojan Women, Birmingham Repertory Theatre, April 1918

Shades, that our town-fellows have come To hear rewake for Christendom This cleansing of a Pagan wrong In flowing tides of tragic song,-- You shadows that the living call To walk again the Trojan wall,-- You lips and countenance renewed Of an immortal fortitude,-- Know that, among the silent rows Of these our daily town-fellows, Watching the shades with these who bring But mortal ears to this you sing, There somewhere sits the Greek who made This gift of song, himself a shade.