Their voices.
Dora, listening, heard little,
Crouched by her door. Bruce—he mustn’t do it.
Bruce—he was the only thing she wanted
In the poor world. A poor one too for Daniel;
But she shut out the thought. Bruce mustn’t do it,
Whatever it was. She beat on the thick wood
And cried to him; but only heard Darius
Coaxing him outdoors; then only silence.
“When shall it be, my boy? What dark of the moon