Hermes. Howbeit, thou hast not learnt The wisdom yet, thou needest. Prometheus. If I had, I should not talk thus with a slave like thee. Hermes. Thou dost vouchsafe no answer, as I think, To the great Sire's requirements. Prometheus. Verily I owe him grateful service,—and should pay it. Hermes. Why, thou dost mock me, Titan, as I stood A child before thy face. Prometheus. No child, forsooth, Shall force mine utterance, ere he loose, himself, Hermes. Can this avail thee? Look to it! It was looked forward to-precounselled of. Long ago Hermes. Vain god, take righteous courage !— dare for once To apprehend and front thine agonies With a just prudence! Prometheus. Vainly dost thou chafe My soul with exhortation, as the sea Goes beating on the rock. Oh! think no more With womanly upliftings of my hands, To break these chains! Far from me be the thoughts! For still thy heart, beneath my showers of prayers, And tugs and struggles against the new-tried rein,- Which sophism is,—for absolute will alone, Must sweep persuasion through thee! For at first With the great thunder and the bolted flame, Shall catch it like an arm !—and when thou hast passed And doth complete the utterance in the act— So, look to it, thou !—take heed !—and nevermore Forget good counsel, to indulge self-will! Chorus. This Hermes suits his reasons to the times At least I think so!—since he bids thee drop Self-will for prudent counsel. Yield to him! When the wise err, their wisdom proves their shame. Prometheus. Unto me the foreknower, this mandate of power, He cries, to reveal it! And scarce strange is my fate, if I suffer from hate, At the hour that I feel it! Let the locks of the lightning, all bristling and whitening, While the æther goes surging 'neath thunder and scourg ing Of wild winds unbound! Let the blast of the firmament whirl from its place And the brine of the ocean, in rapid emotion, Of the stars up in heaven, as they walk to and fro ! With Necessity's vortices strangling me down! Hermes. Why, the words that he speaks and the thoughts that he thinks, Are maniacal-sad! And if Fate, who hath bound him, just loosens the links,- Then depart ye who groan with him, Go in haste! lest the roar of the thunder, in nearing, Chorus. Change thy speech for another, thy thought for a new, Hermes. Then remember, O nymphs, what I utter before,Nor, when pierced by the arrows that Até will throw you, Cast the blame on your fate, and declare evermore That Zeus thrust you on anguish he did not foreshow you. Nay, verily, nay! for ye perish anon For your deed-by your choice!-by no blindness of doubt, No abruptness of doom!-but by madness alone, In the great net of Até, whence none cometh out, Prometheus. Ay! in act, now-in word, now, no more! And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar- And blow each upon each, with a passion of sound, And æther goes mingling in storm with the sea! A LAMENT FOR ADONIS. FROM THE GREEK OF BION. I. I MOURN for Adonis-Adonis is dead! Fair Adonis is dead, and the Loves are lamenting. II. I mourn for Adonis-the Loves are lamenting. He lies on the hills, in his beauty and death,— And his eyeballs lie quenched with the weight of his brows. Though the kiss of the Dead cannot make her glad-hearted— He knows not who kisses him dead in the dews. III. I mourn for Adonis-the Loves are lamenting. The youth lieth dead, while his dogs howl around, All dishevelled, unsandalled, shrieks mournful and shrill Through the dusk of the groves. The thorns, tearing her feet, Gather up the red flower of her blood, which is holy, Each footstep she takes; and the valleys repeat Her own youth; while the dark blood spreads over his body— IV. Ah, ah, Cytherea! the Loves are lamenting : She lost her fair spouse, and so lost her fair smile— All the mountains above and the oaklands below Aphrodite's deep wail,-river-fountains in pity Weep soft in the hills; and the flowers, as they blow, V. Ah, ah, Cytherea ! Adonis is dead : Fair Adonis is dead-Echo answers, Adonis ! Who weeps not for Cypris, when, bowing her head, She stares at the wound where it gapes and astonies? —When, ah, ah !-she saw how the blood ran away And empurpled the thigh; and, with wild hands flung out, Said with sobs, "Stay, Adonis! unhappy one, stay— Let me feel thee once more-let me ring thee about With the clasp of my arms, and press kiss into kiss! Wait a little, Adonis, and kiss me again, For the last time, beloved; and but so much of this, That the kiss may learn life from the warmth of the strain ! -Till thy breath shall exude from thy soul to my mouth; To my heart; and, the love-charm I once more receiving, May drink thy love in it, and keep, of a truth, That one kiss in the place of Adonis the living. Thou fliest me, mournful one, fliest me far, My Adonis; and seekest the Acheron portal, To Hell's cruel King, goest down with a scar, While I weep, and live on like a wretched immortal, |