Mosada: A dramatic poem

by W. B. Yeats

Mosada [stooping and kissing him]. 'Twas Allah's will.

Scene II.

A Room, the building of the Inquisition of Granada, lit by
stained window, picturing St. James of Spain.

Monks and Inquisitors.

First Monk. Will you not hear my last new song?

First Inquisitor.Hush, hush!
So she must burn you say.

Second Inquisitor.She must in truth.

First Inquisitor. Will he not spare her life? How would one matter
When there are many?

Second Monk.Ebremar will stamp
This heathen horde away. You need not hope;
And know you not she kissed that pious child
With poisonous lips, and he is pining since?

First Monk. You're full of wordiness. Come, hear my song.