Song From Judith

Balkis was in her marble town,

And shadow over the world came down.

Whiteness of walls, towers and piers,

That all day dazzled eyes to tears,

Turned from being white-golden flame,

And like the deep-sea blue became.

Balkis into her garden went;

Her spirit was in discontent

Like a torch in restless air.

Joylessly she wandered there,

And saw her city's azure white

Lying under the great night,

Beautiful as the memory

Of a worshipping world would be

In the mind of a god, in the hour

When he must kill his outward power;