THE RED STAR. 
47 
ALEXANDER 
 
He was softer than a dove ;  
He was made for human love.  
I have given him for food  
To the lusty panic rood,  
And the obscure brotherhood. 
 
IST NYMPH 
 
So the doves of men begotten  
Shall be plucked, and bruised, and rotten. 
 
2ND NYMPH 
 
So shall full-fed brothel-knaves  
Kick them to indecent graves  
In the name of the sweet Dove  
That is God — for God is Love. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
See ye naught but cruelty  
In the infinite To-Be ? 
Look you, I have seen a star  
Threatening pestilence or war  
In the vault that hangs — a splash  
Like a scar.