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Poem	1915 Whence comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England's gold?" "From following after Naaman To tell him all is well, Whereby my zeal hath made me A Judge in Israel." Well done; well done, Gehazi! Stretch forth thy ready hand, Thou barely 'scaped from judgment, Take oath to judge the land Unswayed by gift of money Or privy bribe, more base, Of knowledge which is profit In any market-place. Search out and probe, Gehazi, As thou of all carist try, The truthful, well-weighed answer That tells the blacker lie -- The loud, uneasy virtue The anger feigned at will, To overbear a witness And make the Court keep still. Take order now, Gehazi, That no man talk aside In secret with his judges The while his case is tried. Lest he should show them -- reason To keep a matter hid, And subtly lead the questions Away from what he did. Thou mirror of uprightness, What ails thee at thy vows? What means the risen whiteness Of the skin between thy brows? The boils that shine and burrow, The sores that slough and bleed -- The leprosy of Naaman On thee and all thy seed? Stand up, stand up, Gehazi, Draw close thy robe and go, Gehazi, Judge in Israel, A leper white as snow!
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