Life was made greater by their sweetheart prayers;
Passion was turned to civic strength that day—
Piling the marbles, making fairer domes
With zeal that else had burned bright youth away.
I have seen priestesses of life go by
Gliding in Samite through the incense-sea:—
Innocent children marching with them there,
Singing in flowered robes—“the Earth is free!”
While on the fair deep-carved, unfinished towers