And Lilith, the witch, dropped down and prayed

That her child a soul might have,

And the blood red stain on the brow of Cain

Be wiped out in the grave;

And this was my dream of Babylon

When I sat with Lilith and Cain

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

In the House of Things Profane.

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THE NEWLY DEAD.

I.

With the light just quenched in their eyes

They lie in their graves 'neath the skies,

And the fresh clod rests

Heavy upon their breasts.

The white rose dies

Upon the new-made mound, and underneath

The lily shrivels in the shriveling hand.

Pale guests of sovereign Death,

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