Song out of Midian


Stanza 6 (Pop Up)

Re-read stanza 6.

Why are you sad and still, Astair,
counting my words as naught?
From slave to queen I have raised you high,
and yet you stare with a weary eye,
And never the laugh has followed the sigh,
since you from your land were brought.

Instructions for the Quiz

Choose the word that changes the meaning of the poem the least.