Song From Judith

I burn their brains as I were sign

Of God's beautiful anger sent

To master them with punishment

Of beauty that must pour distress

On hearts grown dark with ugliness.

But it is I am the punisht one.

Is there no man, is there none,

In whom my beauty will but move

The lust of a delighted love;

In whom some spirit of God so thrives

That we may wed our lonely lives.

Is there no man, is there none?"—

She said, "I will go to Solomon."