But I will turn my eyes from you
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day.






II

Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow






I. Spirit's House



From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.