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“By Such Small Things”

ISSUE:  Autumn 1928

By such small things we die:
Goliath died by only this—
A stone; and Judas by the glint
Of silver coins; Christ by a kiss. . . .

O Heart, Heart, you lie slain again!
Must Beauty crucify you still
With just the silver slant of rain,
Or stars swarming over a hill?


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