But in the way to this are maladies
And anguish; and as a perilous bridge
Over the uncontrolled demanding world,
Virginity, passionate self-possessing,
Must build itself supreme, unbreakable.
--I leave thee: as thou mayst, be comforted
By prophecy of what I mean in life.
Against thee is not Heaven, and thou must
Endure the hatred men will throw upon thee.
* * * * *
The shining place where Ishtar looked at her
Empty the Queen beheld; and into mist
The glory fainted, and the stars came through
Untroubled. Into the night the Queen went on.
PART II
IMPERFECTION
MARY
[A LEGEND OF THE FORTY-FIVE]
I
_A street in Carlisle leading to the Scottish Gate. Three
girls_, MARY, KATRINA, and JEAN.
_Katrina_.
What a year this has been!
_Mary_.
There's many a lass
Will blench to hear the date of it--Forty-five,--
Poor souls! Why will the men be fighting so,
Running away to find out death, as if
It were some tavern full of light and fiddling?
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave themselves away, and still must live?
Are not men thoughtless?
_Katrina_.
Leaving only kisses
To be remembered by.
_Jean_.
That's not so bad
As when the dead lads went beyond kissing.
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