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Page 28
ALTHAEA.
Ho, ye that wail, and ye that sing, make way
Till I be come among you. Hide your tears,
Ye little weepers, and your laughing lips,
Ye laughers for a little; lo mine eyes
That outweep heaven at rainiest, and my mouth
That laughs as gods laugh at us. Fate's are we,
Yet fate is ours a breathing-space; yea, mine,
Fate is made mine for ever; he is my son,
My bedfellow, my brother. You strong gods,
Give place unto me; I am as any of you,
To give life and to take life. Thou, old earth,
That hast made man and unmade; thou whose mouth
Looks red from the eaten fruits of thine own womb;
Behold me with what lips upon what food
I feed and fill my body; even with flesh
Made of my body. Lo, the fire I lit
I burn with fire to quench it; yea, with flame
I burn up even the dust and ash thereof.
CHORUS.
Woman, what fire is this thou burnest with?
ALTHAEA.
Yea to the bone, yea to the blood and all.
CHORUS.
For this thy face and hair are as one fire.
ALTHAEA.
A tongue that licks and beats upon the dust.
CHORUS.
And in thine eyes are hollow light and heat.
ALTHAEA.
Of flame not fed with hand or frankincense.
CHORUS.
I fear thee for the trembling of thine eyes.
ALTHAEA.
Neither with love they tremble nor for fear.
CHORUS.
And thy mouth shuddering like a shot bird.
ALTHAEA.
Not as the bride's mouth when man kisses it.
CHORUS.
Nay, but what thing is this thing thou hast done?
ALTHAEA.
Look, I am silent, speak your eyes for me.
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