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The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white
Hooked in the stones of the wall,
The storm-wrack hair and screeching mouth: does it matter,
Cassandra,

To me, one silly task is like another
I bare the shambling tricks of lust and pride
This flesh will never give a child its mother,— Song, like a wing, tears through my breast, my side,
And madness chooses out my voice again,

RA    Phoebus Apollo
US    Hark
The lips at last unlocking
RA    Phoebus

I heard one who said: "Verily,
What word have I for children here
Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear