Now the balm has worked its art And the gashes dry, And the lizard at my heart Has a sleepy eye,

How shall I remember yet Freezing underground, With the wakened lizard set To the living wound?

Do not ponder the offence Nor reject the sore, Do not tear the cerements Flesh may need once more.

Cold comes back and pain comes back And the lizard, too. And the burden in the sack May be meant for you.

Do not play the risen dunce With unrisen men. Lazarus was risen once But earth gaped again.