Will be among the vineyards and the folds.
The little weary feet wounded for Thee,
Do Thou sustain!... They come.
IV
Midnight. The city square outside. Didymus in the arched doorway of the same house. A turbulent crowd around.
The Bailiff. Give way, give way!
Order among ye, subjects, citizens;
Order, I say! A seaman, in this dark,
Would swear he heard the angry equinox
Gorging and emptying the island caves: