Mr. Labaki has favored "The Woman's Voice" with this piece of verse, which missed being published in "The Moon's Swing."

I pass across this life

as darkness passes over one in pain;

how strange, this long forbearance,

when the season of youth is still at its dawn.

I say to my soul in the time of trials:

I am one on whom they have thronged in my grief;

if you would desire, then seek

from life no quest but the far-off.

Dearer to me, and the sweetest fortune,

that my body sink away into its tomb

and fill my eyes with darknesses

that are silence — or with its whisper.

There you shall meet the warmth of eternity,

and my heart the cool of blissful extinction,

and I shall sip the scent of the kindly earth.

Summer 1928