IN MANU DOMINÆ 
171 
 
She laughs outright as she gains the goal 
 
Of her dark and deadly dream ;   
And the white life leaps from his control 
 
Wild, in a choking scream. 
 
She curves white lips to a cup of death ;   
 
Her eyes gleam, and her wise brows nod ;   
Her hand makes music with her breath 
 
Dancing upon the ivory rod— 
The dying priestess offereth 
 
The sacrifice to God