THE BLUE DWARF. 
77 
ALEXANDER 
 
Brothers, all is proven duly.  
Memory joins with astrolabe :  
This the maiden — hers the babe. 
 
MIRIAM 
 
Who are ye ?  I would be alone. 
Now the loose and heaving zone  
Frets me.  Go, my mates, carouse  
With the cuckold of the house  
With his adze and awl and chisel !  
Zakariah with gilded pizzle  
And this bull grown sleek and smooth  
To an ox suffice, in sooth,  
Love’s exalted task — and thus  
Kings are grown superfluous.  
Ai !  but now the monster splits me  
Struggling in his bloody cage.  
Is it in his sport or rage ?  
Answer that, thou doting sage !  
For his cacodaemon shape  
Twisting round no longer fits me. 
This is like some hellish rape