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- SOLOMON AND THE WITCH
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- AND thus declared that Arab lady:
- "Last night, where under the wild moon
- On grassy mattress I had laid me,
- Within my arms great Solomon,
- I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue
- Not his, not mine."
- Who understood
- Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
- Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed,
- Thereon replied: "A cockerel
- Crew from a blossoming apple bough
- Three hundred years before the Fall,
- And never crew again till now,
- And would not now but that he thought,
- Chance being at one with Choice at last,
- All that the brigand apple brought
- And this foul world were dead at last.
- He that crowed out eternity
- Thought to have crowed it in again.
- For though love has a spider's eye
- To find out some appropriate pain --
- Aye, though all passion's in the glance --
- For every nerve, and tests a lover
- With cruelties of Choice and Chance;
- And when at last that murder's over
- Maybe the bride-bed brings despair,
- For each an imagined image brings
- And finds a real image there;
- Yet the world ends when these two things,
- Though several, are a single light,
- When oil and wick are burned in one;
- Therefore a blessed moon last night
- Gave Sheba to her Solomon.'
- "Yet the world stays.'
- "If that be so,
- Your cockerel found us in the wrong
- Although he thought it. worth a crow.
- Maybe an image is too strong
- Or maybe is not strong enough.'
- "The night has fallen; not a sound
- In the forbidden sacred grove
- Unless a petal hit the ground,
- Nor any human sight within it
- But the crushed grass where we have lain!
- And the moon is wilder every minute.
- O! Solomon! let us try again.'
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