Lemures by Richard Aldington
In Nineveh And beyond Nineveh In the dusk They were afraid.
In Thebes of Egypt In the dust They chanted of them to the dead.
In my Lesbos and Achaia Where the God dwelt We knew them.
Now men say "They are not": But in the dusk Ere the white sun comes - A gay child that bears a white candle - I am afraid of their rustling, Of their terrible silence, The menace of their secrecy.
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