Poems (Scudder)/The Priestess
THE PRIESTESS
I built
My altar-fire
With myrrh and sandalwood,
Hoping some bright-haired god and strong
Would come.
My altar-fire
With myrrh and sandalwood,
Hoping some bright-haired god and strong
Would come.
There flew
From night and storm
And sank upon my breast
Wet-winged and spent with aimless flight
A dove—
From night and storm
And sank upon my breast
Wet-winged and spent with aimless flight
A dove—