‘What do you weave with wool so white?’
‘I weave the shoes of Sorrow,
Soundless shall be the footfall light
In all men’s ears of Sorrow,
Sudden and light.’
ANASHUYA AND VIJAYA
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. ANASHUYA, the young priestess, kneeling within the temple.
ANASHUYA.
Send peace on all the lands and flickering corn.—