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CHORUS OF DREAMS FROM THE GATE OF HORN。
Yes； the moment shall decide！
It already hath decided；
And the secret once confided
To the keeping of the Titan
Now is flying far and wide；
Whispered； told on every side；
To disquiet and to frighten。
Fever of the heart and brain；
Sorrow； pestilence； and pain；
Moans of anguish； maniac laughter；
All the evils that hereafter
Shall afflict and vex mankind；
All into the air have risen
From the chambers of their prison；
Only Hope remains behind。
VIII
IN THE GARDEN
EPIMETHEUS。
The storm is past； but it hath left behind it
Ruin and desolation。 All the walks
Are strewn with shattered boughs； the birds are silent；
The flowers； downtrodden by the wind； lie dead；
The swollen rivulet sobs with secret pain；
The melancholy reeds whisper together
As if some dreadful deed had been committed
They dare not name； and all the air is heavy
With an unspoken sorrow！ Premonitions；
Foreshadowings of some terrible disaster
Oppress my heart。 Ye Gods； avert the omen！
PANDORA （coming from the house）。
O Epimetheus； I no longer dare
To lift mine eyes to thine； nor hear thy voice；
Being no longer worthy of thy love。
EPIMETHEUS。
What hast thou done？
PANDORA。
Forgive me not； but kill me。
EPIMETHEUS。
What hast thou done？
PANDORA。
I pray for death； not pardon。
EPIMETHEUS。
What hast thou done？
PANDORA。
I dare not speak of it。
EPIMETHEUS。
Thy pallor and thy silence terrify me！
PANDORA。
I have brought wrath and ruin on thy house！
My heart hath braved the oracle that guarded
The fatal secret from us； and my hand
Lifted the lid of the mysterious chest！
EPIMETHEUS。
Then all is lost！ I am indeed undone。
PANDORA。
I pray for punishment； and not for pardon。
EPIMETHEUS。
Mine is the fault not thine。 On me shall fall
The vengeance of the Gods； for I betrayed
Their secret when； in evil hour； I said
It was a secret； when； in evil hour；
I left thee here alone to this temptation。
Why did I leave thee？
PANDORA。
Why didst thou return？
Eternal absence would have been to me
The greatest punishment。 To be left alone
And face to face with my own crime； had been
Just retribution。 Upon me； ye Gods；
Let all your vengeance fall！
EPIMETHEUS。
On thee and me。
I do not love thee less for what is done；
And cannot be undone。 Thy very weakness
Hath brought thee nearer to me； and henceforth
My love will have a sense of pity in it；
Making it less a worship than before。
PANDORA。
Pity me not； pity is degradation。
Love me and kill me。
EPIMETHEUS。
Beautiful Pandora！
Thou art a Goddess still！
PANDORA。
I am a woman；
And the insurgent demon in my nature；
That made me brave the oracle； revolts
At pity and compassion。 Let me die；
What else remains for me？
EPIMETHEUS。
Youth； hope； and love：
To build a new life on a ruined life；
To make the future fairer than the past；
And make the past appear a troubled dream。
Even now in passing through the garden walks
Upon the ground I saw a fallen nest
Ruined and full of rain； and over me
Beheld the uncomplaining birds already
Busy in building a new habitation。
PANDORA。
Auspicious omen！
EPIMETHEUS。
May the Eumenides
Put out their torches and behold us not；
And fling away their whips of scorpions
And touch us not。
PANDORA。
Me let them punish。
Only through punishment of our evil deeds；
Only through suffering； are we reconciled
To the immortal Gods and to ourselves。
CHORUS OF THE EUMENIDES。
Never shall souls like these
Escape the Eumenides；
The daughters dark of Acheron and Night！
Unquenched our torches glare；
Our scourges in the air
Send forth prophetic sounds before they smite。
Never by lapse of time
The soul defaced by crime
Into its former self returns again；
For every guilty deed
Holds in itself the seed
Of retribution and undying pain。
Never shall be the loss
Restored； till Helios
Hath purified them with his heavenly fires；
Then what was lost is won；
And the new life begun；
Kindled with nobler passions and desires。
THE HANGING OF THE CRANE
I
The lights are out； and gone are all the guests
That thronging came with merriment and jests
To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane
In the new house；into the night are gone；
But still the fire upon the hearth burns on；
And I alone remain。
O fortunate； O happy day；
When a new household finds its place
Among the myriad homes of earth；
Like a new star just sprung to birth；
And rolled on its harmonious way
Into the boundless realms of space！
So said the guests in speech and song；
As in the chimney； burning bright；
We hung the iron crane to…night；
And merry was the feast and long。
II
And now I sit and muse on what may be；
And in my vision see； or seem to see；
Through floating vapors interfused with light；
Shapes indeterminate； that gleam and fade；
As shadows passing into deeper shade
Sink and elude the sight。
For two alone； there in the hall；
As spread the table round and small；
Upon the polished silver shine
The evening lamps； but； more divine；
The light of love shines over all；
Of love； that says not mine and thine；
But ours； for ours is thine and mine。
They want no guests； to come between
Their tender glances like a screen；
And tell them tales of land and sea；
And whatsoever may betide
The great； forgotten world outside；
They want no guests； they needs must be
Each other's own best company。
III
The picture fades； as at a village fair
A showman's views； dissolving into air；
Again appear transfigured on the screen；
So in my fancy this； and now once more；
In part transfigured； through the open door
Appears the selfsame scene。
Seated； I see the two again；
But not alone； they entertain
A little angel unaware；
With face as round as is the moon；
A royal guest with flaxen hair；
Who； throned upon his lofty chair；
Drums on the table with his spoon；
Then drops it careless on the floor；
To grasp at things unseen before。
Are these celestial manners？ these
The ways that win； the arts that please？
Ah yes； consider well the guest；
And whatsoe'er he does seems best；
He ruleth by the right divine
Of helplessness； so lately born
In purple chambers of the morn；
As sovereign over thee and thine。
He speaketh not； and yet there lies
A conversation in his eyes；
The golden silence of the Greek；
The gravest wisdom of the wise；
Not spoken in language； but in looks
More legible than printed books；
As if he could but would not speak。
And now； O monarch absolute；
Thy power is put to proof； for； lo！
Resistless； fathomless； and slow；
The nurse comes rustling like the