I might have worn my guilty crown of thorn,—

Yea, even worn it gladly like a prize;

But, oh! more bitter than his rage or scorn,

He left me with forgiveness in his eyes.

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A WOMAN, AND SOME MEN.

Once in a dream of Babylon

I sat with Lilith and Cain

At the world-old drama, "From God to God,"

In the House of Things Profane;

Trumpets and lights, and the players

Swung to the stage, and then

I saw as I looked in their faces

A woman, and some men.

Men with the eyes of the psalmist,

Men with the hearts of Saul,

Strong with the wine of valor,

But faint with the woman's thrall;

Calm were her eyes as she held them

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