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 Out of the lightning In a dizzying cloven wink This apparition stood up, Of stricken trunk or beast's spirit, Stirred by Saul's blasphemies; So Saul's heart feared, aghast. But lo, he touched the mischance and life ran straight! Was it the storm-spirit, storm's pilot, With all the heaving debris of Noah's sunken days Dragged on his loins; Law's spirit wandering to us Through Nature's anarchy, Wandering towards us when the Titans yet were young? Perhaps Moses and Buddha he met.

The shadow of these pomegranate boughs Is sweet and restful; sit and ease your feet. Eat of these figs; You have journeyed long.

All my life, housewife.