The World’s Tragedy

64 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. To utter forth some doom of dread — But now ? A young man in a white robe is found standing before her. THE YOUTH Maiden, be comforted ! The Lord hath listened unto thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will not show my face She drops her veil. Stand back, stand back a space ! She advances toward him.