Dark before the westward window,

Heavy and bloated, rolled

The face of a drunken woman

Nodding against the gold;

Dark before the infinite glory,

With bleared and leering eyes,

It stupidly lurched and nodded

Against the tender skies.

[Pg 31]

What had ye done to her, masters of men,

That her head be bowed down thus—

Thus for your golden vespers,

And deepening angelus?

Dark, besotted, malignant, vacant,

Slobbering, wrinkled, old,

Weary and wickedly smiling,

She nodded against the gold.

Pitiful, loathsome, maudlin, lonely,

Her moist, inhuman eyes

Blinked at the flies on the window,

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