after Saint Jerome
We must not.
We
must not; we
must
not.
The silks in your bed-
chamber: sell them.
The Lord has no room
for your softness.
Our bodies are
small and choke our souls, you must leave
your heart
behind. Your eyes will
find a new light.
And in the sunrise
over Egypt we will burn
our sins away:
we must not--we
must not.
