Osiris! Burning Osiris!
Of thee desirable, for thee, her hair....
[_He looks inanely at_ MOSES, _saying to himself_.]
Prince Imra vowed his honey-hives and vineyards:
Isis, to let a Jew have her for nothing!
[_He sings under his breath._]
Night by night in a little house
A man and woman meet;
They look like each other,
They are sister and brother;
And night by night at that same hour
A king calls for his son in vain.