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1912 · PDF PAGE 19

Household Gods

Crassus. I fear him. Anica. Go and Ile there, at his feet. Lie supine! Lie on that moss-covered root, While I draw forth the flute And make a marvellous music. [She ceases laughing and begins to play. Crassus. O I writhe Beneath the force oflips, of fingers lithe ‘That touch the delicate stops so delicately. Auicia. Hush! T have drawn the bird from the bush. Pan will appear anon. CRassy An! Abt... Ahl Ahl Arca. This music moves you. Now I'll play a tune That would make mad the melancholy moon. This. a2

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1912 · PDF PAGE 26

Household Gods

…the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and rape When I am alive in my solemn shape? Shrili, shrill, 29

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1912 · PDF PAGE 11

Household Gods

I followed the ripple Of the stream; I crept Where the waters wept— The floss in the foss Gurgling across ‘The bosses of moss, Like a dryad’s nipple In the mouth of Pant Crassus. O pearl of the house! you came to the end? Atrcra. The dusk of the slave, the dawn of a friend? Crassus. Freedom is thine for the skill and the will. Auicia. The skil! is mine—but the will lies still, Still as the earth that dare not stir Till the kiss of the sun awaken her! Crassus. Yet at these secrets and riddles? Behold! I can fill thy lap with a harvest of gold. A…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 41

Household Gods

…oo great For you and me to estimate. But, widowed both, come, seck domestic charms As we were wont, in one another's arms! ‘What perfect moss for you to lie upon! ADELA. am your wife, dear Crassus. (sotto voce) Oh, my swant CURTAIN, “4

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