For Israel must drip until I die!
Or till high Gath and Askalon are blown
Dust on the wind, and all Philistia
Lie peopleless and still under the stars!—
Goliath, then, a laughter evermore!…
Still, still you shrink! do you not see, not feel?
MICHAL
So have you breathed yourself about my heart,
Even as moon-lit incense, spirit flame
Burning away all barrier!