Weep, O weep for Suskind 
And the wonder that was hers. 
For who could help but love the Queen 
Save blood of Orianders? 
Suskind! The pagan Queen of old-- 
Of the hidden children, Queen! 
The glory of the ancient days 
In man's own vision seen. 
Aye - we must weep for Suskind 
As man has ever wept 
For all the wonder of the dreams 
That tore him as he slept-- 
Mourn - and raise a dirge for Suskind 
Our love that can't be kept.  

         Ten Eyck Van Deusen