.. For what I've been,
A lenient Lord will tax me--and forgive.
_Dieu me pardonnera--c'est son metier._
But this is jesting. There are other scandals
You haven't heard ... Can it be dusk so soon?
Or is this deeper darkness ...? Is that you,
Mother? How did you come?
Where are the
candles?...
_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven branches now that all is stilled.
What? Friday night again and all my songs
Forgotten? Wait ... I still can sing--
_Sh'ma Yisroel Adonai Elohenu,
Adonai Echod ..._
Mouche--Mathilde!..
