With a proud curl o’ the lip—“He’s long since here;
But ye—ye know it not! ’Tis I myself!”
Alex.
Now, Mariamne?
Sameas.
Then, with godless wit
He proved that we’re a Folk of scatter-brains
And he alone has got an uncracked pate.
We did not dwell for naught on the Dead Sea
That is devoid of motion—ebb and flood—