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_.]
* * * * *
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