 | A Lost Epic and Other Poems |  |
No sound
Was heard, save bitter weeping on the ground,
Where, sobbing with her face among the dust,
The Harlot moaned: “The Lord is just—is just!”
Was heard, save bitter weeping on the ground,
Where, sobbing with her face among the dust,
The Harlot moaned: “The Lord is just—is just!”
| A Lost Epic and Other Poems | |