Lift Up Our Eyes To You? No,

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.

I Knew The Poor, I Knew The Hideous Death They Die, When Famine Lays Its Bleak Hand On The Door; I Knew The Rich, Sated With Merriment, Who Yet Are Sad.

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.