[Written for the Sentinel.]

AT EPHESUS

Again the faces of the careless throngAt Ephesus I see;Again I feel the clutching sense of wrong,Again Love comforts me.

The wild beasts rush upon me through the door,A moment stand at bay,I hear the crashing thunders of their roar—O Love, be now my stay!

October 13, 1906
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