Salome to a woman friend A Desire Unfulfilled" 



He was like poplars shimmering in the sun; 
And like a lake among the lonely hills, 
Shining in the sun; 
And like snow upon the mountain heights, 
White, white in the sun. 

Yea, He was like unto all these, 
And I loved Him. 
Yet I feared His presence. 
And my feet would not carry my burden of love 
That I might girdle His feet with my arms. 

I would have said to Him, 
"I have slain your friend in an hour of passion. 
Will you forgive me my sin? 
And will you not in mercy release my youth 
From its blind deed, 
That it may walk in your light?" 

I know He would have forgiven my dancing 
For the saintly head of His friend. 
I know He would have seen in me 
An object of His own teaching. 
For there was no valley of hunger He could not bridge, 
And no desert of thirst He could not cross. 

Yea, He was even as the poplars, 
And as the lakes among the hills, 
Annd like snow upon Lebanon. 
And I would have cooled my lips in the folds of His garment. 

But He was far from me, 
And I was ashamed. 
And my mother held me back 
When the desire to seek Him was upon me. 

Whenever He passed by, my heart ached for his loveliness, 
But my mother frowned at Him in contempt, 
And would hasten me from the window 
To my bedchamber. 
And she would cry aloud saying, 
"Who is He but another locust-eater from the desert? 

What is He but a scoffer and a renegade, 
A seditious riot-monger, who would rob us of sceptre and crown, 
And bid the foxes and the jackals of His accursed land 
Howl in our halls and sit upon our throne? 
Go hide your face from this day, 
And await the day when His head shall fall down, 
But not upon your platter." 

These things my mother said. 
But my heart would not keep her words. 
I loved Him in secret, 
And my sleep was girdled with flames. 

He is gone now. 
And something that was in me is gone also. 
Perhaps it was my youth 
That would not tarry here, 
Since the God of youth was slain.