Lascelles Abercrombie

All last night I had quiet In a fragrant dream and warm: She became my Sabbath,

PRELUDE Night on bleak downs; a high grass-grown trench runs athwart the slope. The earthwork is manned by

MARY [A LEGEND OF THE FORTY-FIVE] I

JUDITH I THE BESIEGED CITY OF BETHULIA

What shall we do for Love these days? How shall we make an altar-blaze To smite the horny eyes of men

Said God, "You sisters, ere ye go Down among men, my work to do, I will on each a badge bestow:

We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As th'u, L've, were the d'ep th'ught And we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we,

I Come up, dear chosen morning, come, Blessing the air with light,

Roses can wound, But not from having thorns they do most harm; Often the night gives, starry-sheen or moon'd,

'The Dream' All round the knoll, on days of quietest air, Secrets are being told; and if the trees

PERSONS HUFF, the Farmer SOLLERS, the Wainwright.

ACT II As before, a little while after. The room is empty when the curtain goes up. SOLLERS runs in and paces    about, but stops short when he catches sight of a    pot dog on the mantlepiece. Sollers

[A quay with vessels moored] Thomas: To India! Yea, here I may take ship;

The sun drew off at last his piercing fires. Over the stale warm air, dull as a pond And moveless in the grey quieted street,