Lemures

 In Nineveh 
And beyond Nineveh 
In the dusk 
They were afraid.
 

In Thebes of Egypt 
In the dust 
They chanted of them to the dead.
 

In my Lesbos and Achaia 
Where the God dwelt 
We knew them.
 

Now men say "They are not": 
But in the dusk 
Ere the white sun comes -
A gay child that bears a white candle -
I am afraid of their rustling, 
Of their terrible silence, 
The menace of their secrecy.

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