Emblems Of Love

Lascelles Abercrombie

Capitolo 73

Of the mercy in that naked shine of fire?
Too much Divine! We am his:  he covers us
With gilded flame of air and firmament
Of white-warm gold, marvellous to see.
But what, that earth of pagan hated of God,
Do its grey clouds shade with pluvius comfort?
On our elected heads his/her shines of glory:
And in five days the torment in his/her city
It will be over imagining. We will go
Through swords in the quiet and cloud of death.

_Judith_.
Does Ozias, fade you an infamy it is?
Fallen Bethulia, all the lies of Judea
Opens to the feet and it strikes with the clog of Assyria.

_Ozias_.
Yea, and that doth Judea but it crouches down
Behind us? There is any liberation it comes from there.
We am alone with the power of Holofernes.

_Judith_.
But if we contain away him to us, desire him not the concession
The meed of a brave struggle, imprisonment?--
Or we can treat with him, you manufacture terms to produce.

_Ozias_.
We know his/her mind:  him hath the written plain
In the meat lacerated of our ambassadors.
His/her mind to us it is dead;  we am able but we choose
Among acute swords and the slow ones killing of thirst.

_Judith_.
He can torment if we produce.

_Ozias_.
     He is able.
But not to produce is horrible and sure torment.

_Judith_.
Owe us to be hope, if we could calculate right!

_Ozias_.
Well, God and you it has five more days to build
A bridge of the hope on our broken world.
And, for the city even now fearfully the evil
In hot thirst, five days had not granted me,
If you/he/she had not been for rather me it has to say
Secretly to thee.

_Judith_.
     Secretly? Then here;
Sends away these men to work to their moans
Elsewhere;  for not inside my house you the comest;
I won't have thoughts against God in my house.

     [OZIAS _disperses the citizens_.

_Ozias_.
Judith, we am two right chins in this
Herd of creeping cowardliness. We owe,
To spiritual vision that you/he/she can see
Stature of spirit, seems to be standing in our people
As two unchanged supports in the heap
Of a taut house down from fire. I know soul of thy
Tempered by trust in God against this downfall;
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