And, ere the wild beasts from their lairs descend,
Conceal their bodies elsewhere, ’tis decreed
That these upon the bordering desert straight,
Shall, after death, be burned.
The Crowd. It suits us well.
Theodora. Then not to secret chambers of the rock,
Our own, with hymnal rite, shall lead us home;
Not to our natural nest beside the sea,
Above blown Pharos and the trader’s sail,
Where, day and night, the Eucharistic Love