The roses in her hair were green and blue.
"I am new," she said. "I change, and
Death knows why."
Then with the eyes and gesture of a harlot
She led them all forth, whinneying, "New, how new!
Tell us your name!" She answered, "The New Lie."
III.
(On Certain of the Bolsheviki "Idealists.")
WITH half the force and thought you waste in rage
Over your neighbor's house, or heart of stone,