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PRINCE DEUKALION 
 
 A LYRICAL DRAMA. 
 
 Bestimmt, Erleuchtetes zu sehen, nicht das Licht. 
 
 GOETHE. 
 
 If thou canst not ascend 
 These steps, die on that marble where thou art ! 
 
 KEATS. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 BY 
 
 BAYARD TAYLOR. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 HOUGHTON, OSGOOD AND COMPANY; 
 
 Cambridge : Wfyt Ktoeitftoe 
 
 1878. 
 
U1BUB. 
 
 Copyright, 1878, 
 BY BAYARD TAYLOR. 
 
 All rights resei~ved. 
 
 RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: 
 STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY 
 
 H. O. HOUC .HTON AND COMPANY. 
 
ARGUMENT. 
 
 That some fashion of a clew may be attached to a work which the Author hopes will not 
 in any case, be found labyrinthine, he hath been advised by various Friends in whose coun 
 sel he putteth trust (the same being Poets), to set forth this Argument. He believes that a 
 very few hints will STiffice to make clear his purpose to such as apprehend his primary con 
 ception ; and that a moderate furniture of explanation concerning the individual charac 
 ters of the Drama will be all that any willing reader of Poetry needs. Whosoever turncth 
 to the work from mere instigation of curionty, or in imitation of others whose tastes are of 
 authority, will surely not be edified. 
 
 7"he central design, or as it might be said germinal cause of the Poem is to picture 
 forth the struggle of Man (which term always and inevitably inchideth Woman) to reach 
 the highest, justest, happiest, hence most perfect condition of Human Life on this planet. 
 The end of all things being prefigured in their beginnings, the attainment of such condi 
 tion belongs to Maris original destiny. But Knowledge, Religion, Political Organization, 
 Art, and the manifold assumptions of the Animal Nature, by turns promote or delay the 
 forward movement, make season after season of promise deceitful, and cease not continu 
 ally to assail the faith of Humanity in much that it possibly may, and rightfully should, 
 possess. Such a struggle, prolonged through a period of more than two thousand years, 
 the Atithor hath endeavored herein to present, rising the device of making Personages stand 
 for Powers and Principles, yet (he earnestly de.siretJi) without losing that distinctness of 
 visage and those quick changes of blood which keep them near to the general heart of Man. 
 
 In Act /. the reader will behold the passing away of the Classic Faith, and the emer 
 gence of Christianity from its hidden places of abode to the daylight of acceptance. From 
 the mouth of the Shepherd he will hear the voice of the unthinking, obedient multitude : 
 in the Nymphs he shall perceive the beauteous Art and Poetry of the ancient world. Should 
 Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha possess veritable Being for him, they may (in the course of 
 the Drama) peradventure appear as the Ideals of possible Manhood and possible Woman 
 hood, decreed from the first, not yet incarnate, nor permitted to celebrate their high nup 
 tials until both shall be fulfilled in Human Life. Then will the Titan, Prometheus, and 
 the Titaness, Pandora, interpret themselves, and even the bright Goddess, Eos, be no longer 
 mysterious, although not yet fairly beheld of men. 
 
 426 
 
X THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 In Act II., which opens a thousand years later, Medusa reigneth. Yet is she no figure 
 of the Faith of her day and world, but only of that Ecclesiastical System which essayed 
 to shape and compel to its service all the forces of Life. In the Youth, who afterwards 
 appeareth as the Poet, and in the Artist, an attentive eye will readily perceive historical 
 Persons ; nor can the acceptance or rejection of the Muses, remembering the significance 
 of each thereof, long remain obscure. Only miist Epimethetis, the after-thoughted, who 
 receiveth access of vigor in looking backward, and grow eth reversely from age to youth, be 
 allowed to keep so much of his secret as he may conceal. 
 
 Act III. dealeth with whatever part of this present Century the intelligent reader shall 
 consider most fitting. Gcza, the Earth- Goddess, revives, other-featured than of old ; the 
 Nymphs resume a shadowy existence through new forms of Art and Literature ; Urania 
 fareth freely among men, putting forth haughtier claims to power ; and another Faith, 
 whereof Calchas, High- Priest, represents the inflexible, despotic Theology, hath supplanted 
 Medusa in the Lands of the North. With this much direction, as it were the silent 
 pointing of a finger, the courteous reader vvill surely be content. 
 
 In the Fourth and closing Act, the Author ad-ventureth only far enough into the Future 
 to predict the beginning of an Era, of which no simply loving and believing Creature of 
 God can fail to discoz>er the prophecy within his own nature. The Atithor wotild not dare 
 to lift the veil sufficiently to disclose the visage of that Era, even were it given to him to 
 behold the same clearly ; nor doth he need to offer an interpretation of those things which 
 the reader must divine for himself, if he hath understood and accepted all that foregoes this 
 conclusion. Such a reader will everywhere find, and haply feel, in the Drama, the decla 
 ration of Growth, Immortality, God ; let him, comforted by whatsoever of the triune light, 
 therefrom proceeding, may rest upon the following pages, not stumble over such matters as 
 are born with the Ages and are doomed to die with the Ages ! 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 ACT L A. D. 300. 
 
 SCENE PAGB 
 
 I. SHEPHERD, NYMPHS AND VOICES 15 
 
 II. G&A. AND EROS 22 
 
 III. PRINCE DEUKALION AND PYRRHA 28 
 
 IV. PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, CHORUS OF GHOSTS AND CHARON . 32 
 V. PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, PROMETHEUS, EPIMETHEUS ... 38 
 
 VI. PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, PROMETHEUS, PANDORA, EPIMETHEUS AND 
 
 Eos 45 
 
 ACT II. A. D. 1300. 
 
 I. PRINCE DEUKALION, THE YOUTH, SHEPHERD AND SHEPHERDESS . . 52 
 
 II. MEDUSA, PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, CHORUS AND ANTI-CHORUS . 58 
 
 III. PYRRHA, PRINCE DEUKALION, PROMETHEUS AND Eos .... 66 
 
 IV. MEDUSA, THE NINE MUSES, THE POET AND THE ARTIST 75 
 V. EPIMETHEUS, URANIA, SPIRITS OF THE WIND, THE SNOW AND THE 
 
 STREAM, PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, ECHOES . . 84 
 
 ACT III. A. D. 18 . 
 
 I. G^EA, NYMPHS, EROS, POET 94 
 
 II. PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, MAN, WOMAN 101 
 
 III. CALCHAS, PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, PROMETHEUS AND CHANT . 109 
 
 IV. "THE VISION OF PRINCE DEUKALION" 118 
 
 V. EPIMETHEUS, URANIA 124 
 
 VI. PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, PROMETHEUS, EPIMETHEUS AND ECHOES 128 
 
x ii CONTENTS. 
 
 ACT IV. A. D. ? 
 
 SCENE PAGI 
 
 I. AGATHON 137 
 
 II. URANIA, AGATHON, PRINCE DEUKALION 141 
 
 III. PROMETHEUS, BUDDHA, MEDUSA, CALCHAS, AGATHON, PRINCE DEUKA 
 
 LION AND PYRRHA . . . . . . 148 
 
 IV. PROMETHEUS, PANDORA, EPIMETHEUS, PRINCE DEUKALION, PYRRHA, 
 
 SHEPHERD, SHEPHERDESS AND CHORUS OF BUILDERS . . 156 
 
 V. SPIRITS OF DAWN, Eos, G/EA., PYRRHA, PRINCE DEUKALION, CHORUS 
 
 OF MEN AND WOMEN AND PROMETHEUS 163 
 
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. 
 
 Eos, Goddess of the Dawn. 
 
 G^EA, Goddess of the Earth. 
 
 EROS. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 CALCHAS (High- Priest). 
 
 BUDDHA. 
 
 SPIRITS OF DAWN. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 THE NINE MUSES. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE WIND. 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE SNOW. 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE STREAM. 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 THE YOUTH (Poet)* 
 
 THE ARTIST. 
 
 POET (Act III.). 
 
 SHEPHERD (Man). 
 
 SHEPHERDESS ( Woman). 
 
 MEDIEVAL CHORUS. 
 
 MKDLEVAL ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 CHORUS OF BUILDERS. 
 
 FOUR MESSENGERS. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 [A plain, sloping from high mountains towards the sea. At the bases of the 
 mountains lofty vaulted entrances of caverns. A ruined temple, on a 
 rocky height. A Shepherd, asleep in the shadow of a clump of laurels : 
 the flock scattered over the plain. } 
 
 SHEPHERD (awaking). 
 
 HAVE I outslept the thunder ? Has the storm 
 
 Broken and rolled away? That leaden weight 
 
 Which pressed mine eyelids to reluctant sleep 
 
 Falls off : I wake ; yet see not anything 
 
 As I beheld it. Yonder hang the clouds, 
 
 Huge, weary masses, leaning on the hills ; 
 
 But here, where star-wort grew and hyacinth, 
 
 And bees were busy at the bells of thyme, 
 
 Stare flinty shards ; and mine unsandal d feet 
 
 Bleed as I press them: who hath wrought the change? 
 
 The plain, the sea, the mountains, are the same ; 
 
1 6 PRINCE DEUKAL1ON. 
 
 And there, aloft, Demeter s pillared house, 
 
 What ! roofless, now ? Are she and Jove at strife ? 
 
 And, see ! this altar to the friendly nymphs 
 
 Of field and flock, the holy ones who lift 
 
 A poor man s prayer so high the Gods may hear, 
 
 Shivered ? -- Hath thunder, then, a double bolt ? 
 
 They said some war of Titans was renewed, 
 
 But such should not concern us, humble men 
 
 Who give our dues of doves and yeanling lambs 
 
 And mountain honey. Let the priests in charge, 
 
 Who weigh their service with our ignorance, 
 
 Resolve the feud ! t is they are answerable, 
 
 Not we ; and if impatient Gods make woe, 
 
 We should not suffer ! 
 
 Hark ! what strain is that, 
 Floating about the copses and the slopes 
 As in old days, when earth and summer sang ? 
 Too sad to come from their invisible tongues 
 That moved all things to joy ; but I will hear. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 We came when you called us, we linked our dainty being 
 With the mystery of beauty, in all things fair and 
 
 brief ; 
 
 But only he hath seen us, who was happy in the seeing, 
 And he hath heard, who listened in the gladness of 
 belief. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. l *, 
 
 As a frost that creeps, ere the winds of winter whistle, 
 And odors die in blossoms that are chilly to the core, 
 
 Your doubt hath sent before it the sign of our dismissal ; 
 We pass, ere ye speak it; we go, and come no more! 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 If blight they threaten, t is already here; 
 
 Yet still, methinks, the sweet and wholesome grass 
 
 Will sometime spring, and softer rains wash white 
 
 My wethers fleeces. We, Earth s pensioners, 
 
 Expect less bounty when her store is scant; 
 
 But while her life, though changed from what it was, 
 
 Feeds on the sunshine, we shall also live. 
 
 VOICES (from underground}. 
 
 We won, through martyrdom, the power to aid; 
 We met the anguish and were not afraid ; 
 
 Like One, we bore for you the penal pain. 
 Behold, your life is but a culprit s chance 
 To rise, renewed, from out its closing trance ; 
 
 And, save its loss, there is not any gain ! 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 What tongues austere are these, that offer help 
 Of loving lives ? that promise final good, 
 Greater than gave the Gods, so theirs be lost? 
 Sad is their message, yet its sense allures, 
 And large the promise, though it leaves us bare. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I would I knew the secret; but, instead, 
 
 I shudder with a strange, voluptuous awe, 
 
 As when the Pythia spake: t is doom disguised, 
 
 Choice offered us when term of choice is past, 
 
 And we, obedient unto them that choose, 
 
 Are made amenable! Hark, once again! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Our service hath ceased for you, Shepherds ! 
 
 We fade from your days and your dreams, 
 With the grace that was lithe as a leopard s, 
 
 The joy that was swift as a stream s ! 
 To the musical reeds, and the grasses ; 
 
 To the forest, the copse, and the clell ; 
 To the mist, and the rainbow that passes; 
 
 The vine, and the goblet, farewell! 
 Go, drink from the fountains that flow not! 
 
 Our songs and our whispers are dumb: 
 But the thing ye are doing ye know not, 
 
 Nor dream of the thing that shall come! 
 
 > 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Flame hath not melted, nor did earthquake rend 
 The dungeons where we waited for The End, 
 
 Which coming not, we issue forth to power. 
 We quench vain joy with shadows of the grave ; 
 We smite your lovely wantonness, to save ; 
 
 We hang Eternity on Life s weak hour! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 We wait in the breezes, 
 We hide in the vapors, 
 And linger in echoes, 
 Awaiting recall. 
 
 VOICES. 
 The word is spoken, let the judgment fall ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 The heart of the lover, 
 The strings of the psalter, 
 The shapes in the marble 
 Our passing deplore : 
 
 VOICES. 
 Truth comes, and vanity shall be no more! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Not wholly we vanish ; 
 The souls of the children, 
 The faith of the poets 
 
 Shall seek us, and find. 
 
 VOICES. 
 Dead are the things the world has left behind, 
 
20 PRINCE DEUKAL1ON. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Lost beauty shall haunt you 
 With tender remorses ; 
 And out of its exile 
 
 The passion return! 
 
 VOICES. 
 The flame shall purify, the fire shall burn ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Lift from the rivers 
 
 Your silver sandals, 
 
 From mists of the mountains 
 
 Your floating veils ! - 
 
 From musky vineyard, 
 
 And copse of laurel, 
 
 The ears that listened 
 
 For lovers tales ! 
 
 Let olives ripen 
 
 And die, untended; 
 
 Leave oak and poplar, 
 
 And homeless pine ! 
 
 Take shell and trumpet 
 
 From swell of surges, 
 
 And feet that glisten 
 
 From restful brine! 
 
 As the bee when twilight 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 21 
 
 Has closed the bell, 
 As love from the bosom 
 When doubts compel, 
 We go : farewell ! 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 The strains dissolve into the hollow air, 
 
 Yet something stays, a sense of distant woe, 
 
 As now, this hour, while the green lizards glide 
 
 Across the sun-warmed stones, and yonder bird 
 
 Prinks with deliberate bill his ruffled plumes, 
 
 Far off, in other lands, an earthquake heaved 
 
 The high-towered cities, and a darkness fell 
 
 From twisted clouds that ruin as they pass. 
 
 But, lo ! who rises yonder ? as from sleep 
 
 Rising, slow movements of a sluggish grace, 
 
 That speak her gentle, though a Titaness, 
 
 And strong, though troubled is her breadth of brow, 
 
 And eyes of strange, divine obscurity. 
 
 She sees me not: I am too mean for sight 
 
 Of such a goddess ; yet, methinks, the milk 
 
 Of those large breasts might feed me into that 
 
 Which once I dreamed I should be, lord, not slave ! 
 
22 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 \The Same.} 
 
 I travail for my children. Babe, or youth, 
 
 Or man attempered unto utmost life, 
 
 The mother s care still follows, grows no less. 
 
 The swift impending change scarce other is 
 
 Than what my sons have borne erewhile, and thriven. 
 
 As the thin blood of boyhood, while it takes 
 
 The ripening power of increase in its turn, 
 
 Distrusts itself, half fears its own rich force, 
 
 So, now, it may be. 
 
 Yet I change with Man, 
 Mother not more than partner of his fate. 
 Ere he was born I dreamed that he might be, 
 And through long ages of imperfect life 
 Waited for him. Then, vexed with monstrous shapes 
 That spawned and wallowed in primeval ooze, 
 I lay supine and slept, or seemed to sleep ; 
 And dreamed, or waking felt as in a dream 
 Some touch of hands, some soft, delivering help, - 
 And he was there! His faint new voice I heard; 
 His eye that met the sun, his upright tread, 
 Thenceforth were mine ! And with him came the palm, 
 The oak, the rose, the swan, the nightingale : 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The barren bough hung apples to the sun : 
 Dry stalks made harvest : breezes in the woods 
 Then first found music, and the turbid sea 
 First rolled a crystal breaker to the shore. 
 His foot was on the mountains, and the wave 
 Upheld him : over all things huge and coarse 
 There came the breathing of a regal sway, 
 Which bent them into beauty. Order new 
 Followed the march of new necessity, 
 And what was useless, or unclaimed before, 
 Took value from the seizure of his hands. 
 
 Ah me, in those old days how near and fond 
 Was he, how frank in passion or in fear 
 His thoughtless adolescence ! To my life 
 The birth-cord still unsevered held his own : 
 He took my comforts, seeking none beyond, 
 And crept for shelter to my shielding arms. 
 But now mistrust, and shame of aid outgrown, 
 And bitter enmity that springs from shame, 
 And faith perverse in opposite of faith, 
 Have made him froward. I am forced to seem 
 She-wolf or pantheress, a savage dam, 
 And lose the eager mouth that sought my dugs, 
 Until its native thirst return: but he, - 
 Sleep-walking in the senses once so keen, 
 With eyes uplifted to some distant crown, 
 That, while it burns, makes other glory dust, 
 
24 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 How long shall he thus wander? and how bear 
 
 The lack of all-sustaining loveliness? 
 
 Shall fairest sights and sweetest sounds be dim, 
 
 And out of movement die the rhythm of joy, 
 
 And beauteous passion lose its power to warm ? 
 
 All freedom, exultation, and delight 
 
 That lifted him, all energies and high desires 
 
 That bore him forth as blow the fourfold winds, 
 
 Be lashed and goaded on a single path, 
 
 One iron chariot draw ? 
 
 Lo! here, the Rose; 
 
 The woman-flower he could not choose but love, 
 Shall he forget it? Shall he turn from breath 
 Distilled of bliss and bountiful bright hours, 
 To taste the incense rank in censers burned, 
 Which seems to mask some odor of decay? 
 
 \_A bud on the rose-tree bursts open : EROS appears. ,] 
 EROS. 
 
 Not yet am I barred in Hades, 
 
 Though a word unknown hath hurled 
 The Olympian lords and ladies 
 
 To wail in the nether world ! 
 Let Proteus shift in ocean 
 
 From shape to shape that eludes : 
 I am one, as the heart s devotion, 
 
 Yet many, as lovers moods! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Blithe, tricksome spirit ! Art thou left alone, 
 Of Gods and all their intermediate kin 
 The sweet survivor? Yet a single seed, 
 When soil and seasons lend their alchemy, 
 May clothe a barren continent in green. 
 
 EROS. 
 
 Was I born, that I should die ? 
 Stars that fringe the outer sky 
 Know me : yonder sun were dim, 
 Save my torch enkindled him. 
 Then, when first the primal pair 
 Found me in the twilight air, 
 I was older than thy day, 
 Yet to them as young as they. 
 All decrees of Fate I spurn ; 
 Banishment is my return ; 
 Hate and Force purvey for me, 
 Death is shining victory! 
 
 Thou art the same, child of the highest Gods, 
 Whatever shape they wear, and child of mine ! 
 Reclaim thy heritage ! I give to thee 
 Maytime, and music, and all odorous herbs, 
 The whispers of the woodlands and the waves 
 
26 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The dewy lustre of acquainted eyes, 
 The thrill of meeting hands, and ah! at last 
 Of lips that cannot hold themselves apart, 
 Save life, as beauty, perish! Take all these, 
 And whatsoever else may minister 
 To sweet, insidious influences and arts 
 Which are thy being, ply the treachery 
 That into blessing soon forgives itself ; 
 Print thy soft iris on white wings of prayer; 
 Strike dangerous delight through sacrifice ; 
 And interpenetrate the sterner faith 
 With finest essence of the thing it spurns ! 
 
 EROS. 
 
 With the blind desires and motions 
 
 The innocent child that guide; 
 With girlhood s shy avoidance 
 
 And boyhood s bashful pride ; 
 With the arts that are simplest nature, 
 
 And the nature that hides in art, 
 When the voice and the cheeks bear witness, 
 
 And the eye confesses the heart; 
 With the fond mistrust, and the frenzy, 
 
 That falters, or sweeps above, 
 When the key to delight in beauty 
 
 Is held by the hands of love ; 
 With the lore of the world s renewal 
 
 In seed or in guarded bud; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 27 
 
 With the plunge of the sportive dolphin, 
 
 And the heat of the panther s blood, 
 The spells of my sway are woven, 
 
 The flame of my being fed, 
 And I breathe in a bright existence, 
 
 Though the eldest Gods are dead ! 
 For Love, in the ashes of Empire 
 
 And the dust of Faith, is born ; 
 And the rose of a kiss shall blossom, 
 
 When blight has withered the corn ! 
 
 [EROS disappears. 
 G^EA. 
 
 Needless to give! -- tis he already owns. 
 
 Before the uncounted cycles of the Past 
 
 He was, or I even I had caught no life 
 
 From the wide-floating elements ! Go, then, 
 
 Thou beautiful, bright secret of all suns, 
 
 All planets, and all unimaginable forms 
 
 Upon them sown! Death and decay are things 
 
 That dissipate beneath thy radiant eye: 
 
 So thou but live, all else shall come with thee, 
 
 Now lost, or unto man s indifference 
 
 So seeming ; yet it hides in wilful sport, 
 
 And million-voiced laughter of the waves 
 
 And winds, and million wandering smiles of sun 
 
 Forever shall betray it, and assure 
 
 Thy coming triumph ! I am calm at heart, 
 
 Now that I know thou livest : was I mad, 
 
 To fear, one moment, thou couldst ever die? 
 
28 PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 [A valley, at the base of the mountains. On the left the entrance to a. cavern. } 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Where art thou, Pyrrha? 
 
 PYRRHA (coming forward}. 
 
 Dost thou call, at last? 
 Awaiting the awakening of thy thought, 
 Mine own went wandering. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Whither ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Nay, why ask ? 
 
 What other moods have heretofore been ours 
 Than hope by doubt o ershadowed, or else doubt 
 Made bearable by transient gleams of hope? 
 But now 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Now, courage ! such as that we felt, 
 When they who made us and forefixed our fate, 
 The Titans, fell! We saw the thunder-blows 
 Given and taken, saw the ruined world 
 Lie panting after fiercest throes endured, 
 Till milder Gods brought knowledge, peace, and power. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 29 
 
 If, grown familiar, these have forfeited 
 Their ancient honor, or their term is past, 
 We need not question ; they consent to see 
 Themselves in sacred marble rebaptized, 
 New meanings, borrowed from an alien race, 
 Bestowed on their Olympian emblems, yea, 
 The incense burned to beauty, grace and joy 
 Made dark and heavy by atoning pain 
 And crowned repentance! Yet, His law is good 
 Who now shall rule ; for they we lose withheld 
 The strength of human hands from human throats, 
 Forced them to join, and overcome, and build, - 
 Create, where they destroyed; but He compels 
 That strength to help, and makes it slave of Love. 
 Thus, from the apathy of faith outworn 
 Rises a haughty life, that soon shall spurn 
 The mould it grew from. I foresee new strife, 
 Mistaken hopes, unnecessary pangs, 
 And yet I wait. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And I must wait with thee. 
 Dost thou recall how long ago it seems ! - 
 Mine ancient glory? Nearest, then, I stood: 
 Our hands ah, why not also lips? --had met, 
 And o er thy head I saw the hovering crown 
 Take substance from the air, and flash on me 
 A glow I hoped was beauty, knew was love! 
 
30 PRINCE DEUKALION 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Twas when that ether, where the Ages still 
 Unwrinkled sit, touched by no dread of time, 
 Was ours to breathe, earth s only sky serene. 
 Why were we banished ? Still that heritage 
 Exists : beyond the dark-blue, dimpled sea 
 Lie sands and palms, the Nile s wide wealth of corn, 
 And soaring pylons, granite roofs upheld 
 By old Osirid columns : there the sun 
 Sheds broader peace in all his aged beams, 
 And hoary splendor on uncrumbled stone. 
 There still the star Canopus sends the dew, 
 Though sound of sistrum in the dusky halls 
 Has ceased, and Memnon lost his morning song. 
 Well thou rememberest, Pyrrha ! that which was, 
 Once in the Past, flies forward, like a string 
 Sharp struck, and straightway in the Future plants 
 Its brighter phantasm : more than was, shall be ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 My heart is lifted, and my spirit feeds 
 Upon thy words. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Pure, patient, brave, thou art ; 
 But they who set thee back, despoiled thy head 
 Of separate honor, and postponed my right 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 31 
 
 Through thine refused, were their progenitors 
 Whose kingdom cometh. Thee they may restore 
 To equal freedom to renounce and bear, 
 Like martyrdom : lend me thy finer sense 
 To see beyond ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So much the Titans gave! 
 Yet that, reclaimed, is one fulfilment more. 
 Pain is to me what conflict is to thee, - 
 A joy, when born of large necessity. 
 What musest thou ? I see thine eyes clear light 
 Recede within their depths, as in a lake 
 Its surface-azure when the cloud sails o er. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Erelong some spasm of the vexed Earth shall close 
 
 This cavern s mouth, the last, sole entrance left 
 
 To Hades : I would once more see the face 
 
 And hear the counsel of my Titan sire, 
 
 Prometheus, where he sits in sunless air, 
 
 Not suffering, haply, neither glad. And thou, 
 
 Heiress of gifts interpreted as woe, 
 
 Since the divinest fate wears evil face 
 
 To mortals, let thy steps companion mine ! 
 
 Terrors shalt thou behold, and threatening forms, 
 
 And with the stress of stern eternal words 
 
 Thy brain may falter: canst thou hear the doom 
 
 Which sifts the ages as the fingers sand, 
 
32 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 And plays with hope, and patience, and despair, 
 Like beads upon a string, inexorable, 
 Fixed from the first ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So I be near to thee. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Touch, then, my hand ! It is permitted us 
 To feel each other s blood, but nothing more, 
 Till that far day when our betrothal-kiss 
 Asserts the victory sure, the empire won ! 
 
 \They pass into the cavern. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 \_A spacious, arched cavern, opening upon a shadowy, colorless landscape. 
 Enter PRINCE DEUKALION, leading PYRRHA.] 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 Away ! 
 
 Ashes that once were fires, 
 Darkness that once was day, 
 Dead passions, dead desires, 
 
 Alone can enter here ! 
 In rest there is no strife, 
 And memory is not life : 
 
 We neither hope nor fear. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Like some forgotten star, 
 What first we were, we are. 
 The Past is adamant : 
 The Future will not grant 
 That, which in all its range 
 We pray for Change ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 You found the thing you sought : what fashioned else 
 These sunless realms ? If change may verily come 
 Even to spirits, teach your dim desire 
 A form whereby to know itself, and seek ! 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 Retreat ! Retreat, 
 Unwelcome feet! 
 Whom doth not blast 
 The horror of his Past, 
 Who dares to see 
 Himself in memory, 
 And thus reclaim 
 The inevitable shame, 
 Him only suffer we! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prepare your test ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 What thing is here designed? 
 Thy face is pale, despite the firm-set lips, 
 And level glance of thine unshrinking eyes : 
 No passing pain awaits thee. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay, but power 
 
 That grows from pain ! Hear st thou the whistling rush 
 Of many wings that part the heavy air, 
 And bat-like cries, thin, impotent of sound, 
 That now betray the disconcerted ghosts 
 Huddling before us to the river-bank? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 If I behold these things I seem to see, 
 
 I know not : yonder lies a dreary marsh, 
 
 Such as at ebb for many a league deforms 
 
 A river s narrowing mouth; gray sedges wave, 
 
 Unwhispering ever, o er the slimy flats, 
 
 Beyond which glooms the semblance of a shore. 
 
 But who is this, so haggard, limp and old, 
 
 Approaching us? As with uncertain joints 
 
 He walks, still held erect by senile wrath, 
 
 That shoots dull gleams from sleep-desiring eyes, 
 
 Were sleep permitted here. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 T is surely he, 
 The ancient ferryman of Hades ! 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 Ay, 
 
 Nor vanquished yet ! Where wait the ghosts of men ? 
 
 Hath Death been dispossessed ? The upper world 
 
 With tears and due libations feeds no more 
 
 My sullen river: muddy shallows grow 
 
 From either side, and trespass on my right, 
 
 Till soon dishonest ghosts may wade across. 
 
 Yet, wherefore do I question ? You, I guess, 
 
 Intend no answer, and eternal Fate 
 
 Hath left for you one power of entrance still. 
 
 You seek not Lethe : so much say your eyes. 
 
 Here lies the other pool, as charged with light 
 
 As that with darkness, awful Memory, 
 
 More dread to bear than black Forgetfulness : 
 
 Look, or go hence ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I look. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And I with thee. 
 
^6 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Forbear! The knowledge must be mine alone. - 
 
 Within the moveless crystal depths, far down, 
 
 The rings of ages widen and dissolve 
 
 The while I gaze: distinct, abominable, 
 
 I see ourselves, before the Titans were; 
 
 I see the bestial base, unpurified, 
 
 Its hideous features smeared with filth and blood, 
 
 Its rites unspoken, acts unspeakable, 
 
 Wild savage instinct beating back the brain, 
 
 Low savage greed a despot in the heart, 
 
 And all that ever since mixed foul alloy 
 
 With the bright metal of our dreams, despair 
 
 Should the defiant God within us fail- 
 
 \_He pauses. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Say on, nor spare my service! Shall I see, 
 Thus, only, in the mirror of thy speech, 
 The unfeatured truth ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (to CharOH). 
 
 Is there aught more than this ? 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 Look ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 37 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay ! the forms grow dim ; and under all 
 There shines a face that is, methinks, mine own ! 
 
 [Lifting his head. 
 
 What flimsy pride was pierced so, heretofore ? 
 There is no shame save what begets itself 
 On old remorse, that keeps its cause alive. 
 I see, nor shudder : vice outlived is dead, 
 And feeds its purest opposite in us. 
 No scent of mould is on the rose s leaves ; 
 No stain of slime degrades the lotus-cup ! 
 Slave of the Gods, thy lease s term still holds: 
 Perform thy duty ! 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 Take the oars yourselves, 
 
 And, to your sorrow, cross ! My purse is lean, 
 So rarely comes an obolus : the boat 
 Leaks, the worn handles of the ancient blades 
 Rattle between the thole-pins. Could I push 
 The beggar ghosts off, crowd my bark with rich, 
 Enjoy authority, take delight in force, 
 My limbs were suppler; but some power grows slack 
 In the world s order. One gets old and lame, 
 And then the Gods themselves forget their words. 
 Do as you list: nor hinder I, nor help. 
 
 [PRINCE DEUKALION and PYRRHA enter the boat. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 They go ! 
 Cleaving alone the stagnant flow 
 
 Of our deserted river : 
 
 Who thus defies the menace and the test? 
 Is he some hero whom the Gods invest 
 With warrant to deliver ? 
 
 Though his disdain 
 Sharpens our slow, devouring pain, 
 There wakes an echo in his word 
 Of what in faded aeons once we heard, 
 That change may come again ! 
 
 We wait : 
 
 Uncertainty at last may bend 
 Divine decrees, and end 
 Our fixed monotony of fate ! 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 [The Ely sian Fields.} 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Here can I breathe : the sight of cloudy groves 
 And meadows of familiar asphodel ; 
 The broader lift of this gray vault o erhead, 
 Half-luminous, as pregnant with a sun; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 39 
 
 The atmosphere of grand extinguished aims, 
 Suspended hopes or foiled ambitions, give 
 Cheer to my soul ; for thus in death survives 
 Something that will not die. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Why, death s a thing 
 For who deserve it ! We defy, and live. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 What shapes are these, that, as we walk, float on 
 Beside us ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Sovereign souls, immortal lives, 
 That, as a spring through myriad secret veins 
 Collects the dew and rain-fall, in themselves 
 Unite all scattered longings of the race, 
 All formless hope and high necessity, 
 Distilled through earth to be divinely clear 
 And flow forever! As in them we live, 
 So they in us : he, with the bended brow 
 And parted waves of his luxuriant hair, 
 Shall yield his shadowy forehead to the thorn 
 And take a holier name: he, further off, 
 Within whose dim, dark eyes lie dreams of truth 
 He never reached, aspires in later souls ; 
 And yonder king who love and lordship gave 
 To find Humanity, and grew a God, 
 
4 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Now first is regal. These are not the ghosts 
 Whom irreversible fiat fetters here: 
 They range the universe. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Can they give help? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION: 
 
 Yea! Faith in glorious possibilities 
 At last secures them. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 See ! our path ascends, 
 And near us, pedestal d above the meads, 
 Towers a rocky platform, wide and vast, 
 Where dim Titanic forms, grouped statue-wise, 
 Express so much of old expectancy 
 As saves them from despair. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I see those shapes, 
 
 And out of long oblivion memory breaks 
 To tell me who they are. Pass we the first, 
 Whose haggard brows and ignorant dull eyes 
 No promise hold: but yonder, on the rise, 
 Who leans with folded arms against the stone? 
 Whose forehead, trenched with subjugated pain, 
 Still keeps the whiteness of a rising star? 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LI ON. 4 ! 
 
 Whose lips, that lock the wisdom of the world, 
 Have sweetness left for love? Whose huge bare limbs 
 Affright not, as their force were sheathed in guile, 
 But rest, in absence of the helping deed? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 Is he thy sire ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prometheus, Titan still! 
 
 Seem not reliant, loose thy clinging hand, 
 And call the proudest blood that woman owns 
 To prop thine equal claim ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS (rising). 
 
 Come ye with prayers, 
 Depart ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay, neither suppliant nor subdued ! 
 If no celestial ichor in thy veins 
 Throbs warm as blood, no instinct in thy heart 
 Recalls the primal purpose, and renews, - 
 No will rekindles, not to war with fate, 
 But be, thyself, the delegate of fate,- 
 Then are we not thy children! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Ye are mine. 
 I know ye now : will may defiance seem, 
 
42 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Confronted with the force that would destroy. 
 Thence was I punished ; but I set in Man 
 Immortal seeds of pure activities, 
 By mine atonement freed, to burst and bloom 
 In distant, proud fulfilment. When that day 
 Has dawned on earth, I need no messenger: 
 My pilfered strength shall of itself return, 
 And all I purposed be, ere I command. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I came to question, but thy ready words 
 Have almost answered. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Ask, and I will speak ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Fore-knowledge, eager to fulfil itself, 
 
 And too impatient of reverse that foiled, 
 
 Provoked thy torture: how shall speech of mine 
 
 Shadow the grandeur of thine early aim, 
 
 Living in us ? Thou knowest, without my words. 
 
 But change like this, that now hath fallen on earth, 
 
 Came never: never such consoling love 
 
 Made overthrow, such promise with one hand 
 
 Gave royally, the other taking back. 
 
 These things confuse my mind ; but all, to thee, 
 
 Both this and what hereafter comes, is known. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 43 
 
 Say, only, shall thy meditated plans, 
 As in my soul they stir, and hold me up 
 O er all discouragement of time and change, 
 Prevail at last? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 If what I planned could fail, 
 Were I thy sire? He who defied the Gods 
 Dares Time and Change, and all reverse of Fate. 
 I willed what I foresaw: because I willed, 
 What I foresaw shall be ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I seek no more. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 But will excludes not love. Since thou, adrift, 
 
 And that immortal woman by thy side, 
 
 Floated above submerged barbarity 
 
 To anchor, weary, on the cloven mount, 
 
 Thou wast my representative. My work 
 
 Is wrought in thee ; thy mother s deed, in her, 
 
 Shall yet be justified. Beyond what hope 
 
 Comes to thy blood through sense of kin with mine, 
 
 Take one new comfort Epimetheus lives ! 
 
 Though here, beneath the shadow of the crags, 
 
 He seems to slumber, head on nerveless knees, 
 
 His life increases ; oldest at his birth, 
 
 The ages heaped behind him shake the snow 
 
44 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 From hoary locks, and slowly give him youth. 
 T is he shall be thy helper: Brother, rise! 
 
 EPIMETHEUS (coming forward). 
 
 I did not sleep ; I mused. Ha ! comest thou, 
 Deukalion ? Once I thought thee strange, distraught, 
 But now so many things have happened since - 
 I think I know thee. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Soon thy work shall come ! 
 Reversely miscreated, forward mind 
 In thee made backward-looking, shame shall cease 
 When midway on their paths our mighty schemes 
 Meet, and complete each other! Yet, my son, 
 Deukalion, yet one other guide I give, 
 Eos! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Eos? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Eos? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 What echoes these ? 
 
 Who else than she, the genitrix of light, 
 The mother of the morning ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Half I know. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 45 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Older than thou, the stealer of the fire ! 
 More hope in thy mysterious message lies 
 Than certain-featured forms, of prophecy. 
 But where, when, how, shall I approach her sky, 
 And win her favoring face ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Come ye with me ! 
 
 SCENE VI. 
 
 \The highest verge of the rocky table-land of Hades, looking eastward.] 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 O Goddess of the far, flushed fields of Heaven, 
 Swiftly enthroned between the moon and sun, 
 And swiftly passing as thy roses die, 
 To make us love thee more ; the dewy-eyed 
 And blossom-sandal d opener of eyes; 
 Quickener of human hearts, yea, hearts of Gods, 
 Not one so stubborn but thy smile subdues 
 To tenderness ; in whom all light and love 
 Are one, at whose pure lamp all rising Hours 
 Of hope and deed and victory snatch fire 
 For torches soon extinguished else, appear ! 
 
46 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Deceived so many times, why should she dip 
 Her shining robes in this unfriendly gloom, 
 Why smirch the star that on her forehead burns 
 And breathe these vapors, when the brighter earth 
 
 Forgets her ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Speak not thus! What virtue lies 
 More in achievement than its hot desire ? 
 To shake the drowsed indifference of men 
 Even Gods are powerless : thy wisdom wears 
 Sad colors of experience ; dark thou showest 
 Against the light whereto we set our brows. 
 But thou, who waitest near, as one too proud 
 Or to evade or spurn shame undeserved, 
 Unhappy wert thou woman, angry if 
 A goddess,- tranquil being neither, speak ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 No other words had opened patient lips. 
 
 I have not made complaint, though every sin 
 
 Still cheats its base possessor to transfer 
 
 Its blame to me, though she, who now my place 
 
 Usurps, takes Egypt s serpent for the Gods, 
 
 And eats the apple, not on Ida s hill ! 
 
 The passion of the race offends its pride, 
 
 So this turns back on that, and finds its source 
 
 Where, but in us ? Wilt thou accept it ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 47 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 No! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 There is no sign in yonder moveless mist 
 
 That she hath heard: thine answer bids me call. 
 
 O Goddess, that from sleep and guilty dreams 
 
 Sprung from the dregs of day, from weary vice 
 
 And all suspended selfishness of men, 
 
 Bidst one pure moment breathe upon the world, 
 
 Renewing youth and beauty ere the sun 
 
 Shall lighten wrinkles and thin hair, whose heart 
 
 Dreams back Tithonus and dear early love, 
 
 And morning visions of unwedded girls, 
 
 And sweet desires of uncorrupted men, 
 
 Shy as thou art, because divinely proud, 
 
 Proud as thou art, because divinely pure, 
 
 Hear thou my woman s voice ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Thine hath she heard, 
 
 Faint, rosy gleams, unused to Hades, steal 
 Forth from the sullen vapor: here no star 
 May rise before her, nor the clover-dews 
 Refresh her feet ; but every nightly crag 
 And jutting foreland of invisible hills 
 Is angered with the glory! 
 
48 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 Goddess, rise ! 
 
 Forgive the darkness, not of us : so much 
 As we may see, so much may hear, reveal! 
 
 [A sound, as of trumpets. 
 
 EOS (unseen). 
 
 So far away 
 
 From my high vestibule of Day, 
 What voices call ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Titan and human, each and all. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 I, long withdrawn, 
 
 Leave to my Hours the service of the Dawn : 
 The Earth, henceforth, shall see 
 Only their lower ministry. 
 But when the race 
 Lifts unto me a fixed, believing face, 
 I will return ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Say, shall not I that distant glory earn ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 49 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Thou ! thou and she, 
 Inheritors of holy destiny ! 
 
 Faith, when none believe ; 
 
 Truth, when all deceive ; 
 
 Freedom, when force restrains ; 
 
 Courage to sunder chains ; 
 
 Pride, when good is shame ; 
 
 Love, when love is blame, - 
 These shall call me in stars and flame! 
 
 Thus if your souls have wrought, 
 Ere ye approach me, I shine unsought ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Yea, under thee the wavering tide 
 Of the Ages that, stream-like, wind as they glide, 
 
 Shall mirror or lose the gleam, 
 And brighten as truth or darken as dream ! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 If he but guard his youth, 
 
 His dream shall be wondrous truth ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Call, command! I obey: 
 When there is Dawn, there shall be Day! 
 4 
 
50 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I feel, I love, I see! 
 Faithful to him is faith in thee. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Oft shall I lift the dark 
 With fringe of brightness and starry spark; 
 
 Oft shall I seem to rise 
 
 With the glory of Gods in the waiting skies; 
 But the Hour shall miss its place, 
 And the shadow recede on the dial s face! 
 Say, are ye strong 
 To endure the wrong 
 That cheats the promise and mocks the trust? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I have borne, and shall bear, because I must. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 The end shall crown us: The Gods are just. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 When darkness falls, 
 And what may come is hard to see; 
 
 When solid adamant walls 
 Seem built against the Future that should be; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 51 
 
 When Faith looks backward, Hope dies, Life appals, 
 Think most of Morning, and of me ! 
 
 \The rosy glow in the sky fades away. 
 
 PROMETHEUS (to Prince Deukalion). 
 Go back to Earth, and wait ! 
 
 PANDORA (to Pyrrha). 
 Go : and fulfil our fate ! 
 
ACT II. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 [A wayside shrine, opposite a fountain. Fragments of antique sculpture - 
 among others the head of a Muse appear in the wall of a -vineyard, 
 bordering the road. PRINCE DEUKALION, seated on a rude stone bench, 
 beside the fountain^ 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 MY limbs are weary, now the hoping heart 
 No more can lift their burden and its own. 
 The long, long strife is over; and the world, 
 Half driven and half persuaded to accept, 
 Seems languidly content. As from the gloom 
 Of sepulchres its gentler faith arose, 
 Austere of mien, the suffering features worn, 
 With lips that loved denial, closed on pain, 
 And eyes accustomed to the lift of prayer. 
 The suns of centuries have not wholly warmed 
 Those chilly pulses; scarce those funeral robes 
 Permit some colored broidery of joy; 
 And half the broken implements that fell 
 From conquered hands of Knowledge and of Art 
 Are still unwielded. From its first proud height 
 Humanity must bend; and so, neglecting these, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 53 
 
 Defenceless through its ignorance renewed, 
 One pair of hands has grasped the common right, 
 And one intelligence the thought of all! 
 
 Are he and she, who now approach this shrine, 
 Other than when the conquering demigods, 
 Fair forms triumphant on high pedestals, 
 Sat where yon saint, head downwards on the cross, 
 Blends torture with distortion ? What ! Shall pain 
 Uplift and save, spilt blood and dreadful death 
 The fair, discrowned serenities of Gods 
 Make impotent? But I will hear once more 
 The subject faith, the helplessness, the fear. 
 
 [SHEPHERD and SHEPHERDESS comefoward and kneel before the shrine. Af 
 ter devotions made, they rise.~\ 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 To her, Our Lady, Lily, Star of the Sea, 
 Five hundred have I told upon these beads ; 
 To him, now, fifty: since he keeps the keys, 
 Somewhat he may expect. Save that our saints 
 Grow covetous of prayer as priests of pay, 
 And sins provoke in order to absolve, 
 Our faith were easy. 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 She, if any, hears ! 
 Her eyes are tender, and her virgin breast 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Fed not more lovingly the Child of God, 
 Than mine feeds mine. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 Ay, safe by chrism and cross 
 Is he : no demons near his cradle hide ! 
 Fast goes with feast, the penance with the gift, 
 Like good and evil seasons: pay your dues 
 And make them debtors! T is a plain account 
 Heaven keeps with earth, unless the stewards lie. 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 And, after her, how fair the martyr-youth 
 Who sees his coming crown, and will not heed 
 The arrow quivering in his golden side! 
 Lover to maids, to me a brother, son 
 To women age-despoiled, could once his eyes 
 Droop downward, he would pity, love and save. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 Why should they make the Demons beautiful, 
 
 And give our shrines to holy ugliness? 
 
 Cecilia, sitting at her organ-keys, 
 
 And Barbara, queen-like with her large, calm eyes, 
 
 Should be my goddesses, dared I select: 
 
 One is too pure to guess men s easy sins, 
 
 The other wise to pardon. As we go, 
 
 Sing thou with me her mellow canticle ! 
 
 [Exeunt, singing. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 For the secret faith adored, 
 
 Thou wast sent, by spear and sword, 
 
 Out of Egypt to the Lord, 
 
 Holy Barbara! 
 
 From the sun upon the sand 
 And the stars on either hand, 
 From the glory of the land 
 
 Taken, Barbara! 
 By the victory over pain 
 In the tower where thou wast slain, - 
 By thy sacrifice and gain, 
 
 Hear us, Barbara! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 In these new names extinguished miracles 
 
 Sweetly renew themselves : disparaged types, 
 
 Torn from the pagan world and set in ours, 
 
 Become again divine. But, stay! who comes 
 
 With brow unbound and visionary eyes, 
 
 And nervous hands that clutch as if they sought 
 
 The antique plectrum and the chorded shell? 
 
 No wayside orison arrests his feet, 
 
 Yet doth he pause ; a dream within his blood 
 
 Casts old divinity on yonder Muse, 
 
 And far ^Egean echoes in his ears 
 
 Reach the forgotten sense. 
 
56 PRIA 7 CE DEUKALION. 
 
 THE YOUTH (to himself}. 
 
 Be it sacrilege, 
 
 I must adore thee ! Yea, with hands that touch 
 The wounds of him upon thy ruin throned, 
 Approach thee ; none of all the hosts that save 
 So gaze serenely over strife and time, 
 Beholding Beauty, being beautiful ! 
 I know not if I know thee ; yet I know 
 What in my soul endeavors to thyself 
 Seeks consecration ! Vacant are thine eyes, 
 Cold thine insulted brow and mute thy lips, 
 Yet, Goddess, to thy menial place I bend, 
 And give thee honor ! 
 
 [He stoops and kisses the lips of the Muse. 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 She will give it back. 
 
 THE YOUTH (after a pause). 
 
 Who, then, art thou ? No pulse in all my soul 
 
 Hast thou abashed ; but, rather, force and flame 
 
 Of scarcely self-confessed ambition rise 
 
 As I behold thee : Somewhat of her face 
 
 Grows into broader majesty in thine, 
 
 But human, as in them that must endure. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 57 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 As thou must! Out of all that was I come, 
 Awaiting all that shall be ; they that know, 
 Behold me ever. 
 
 THE YOUTH. 
 
 Let me know, behold ! 
 Thou seem st the shape of what I dare to dream. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Do thou my work ! Through hates and battles walk ; 
 
 Eat bitter bread of strangers ; lose thy land ; 
 
 Give up thy gentle love, to find once more, 
 
 An angel guide, the lily in her hand ; 
 
 Scourge brazen power, and hunt hypocrisy 
 
 To where it hides, the olden Hades lost, 
 
 In tortured circles of your later Hell ; 
 
 Become a voice where terror sheathes itself 
 
 In music, Pity, a dove in whirlwinds tossed, 
 
 Pleads out of agony, and primal Love 
 
 And highest Wisdom set alike for thee 
 
 The gate of Dis, the mount of Paradise ! 
 
 THE YOUTH. 
 
 Thou speak st as mine own soul. 
 
58 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The sight unsealed, 
 
 Without the courage, seeing, to advance, 
 Were but a curse ; but thou shalt be a name 
 Which is eternal power, and from thy pangs, 
 As by fierce heat, the chains be fused apart, 
 
 Which now the tears of ages rust in vain. 
 
 {Exeunt. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 {Grand hall of a palace. MEDUSA, seated on a throne of gold, a triple crown 
 
 iipon her head. Four Messengers standing near.~\ 
 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Say to the East, her gateway of return 
 
 Stands open, though the hinges creak with rust: 
 
 Whence came the light her darkness dare not bide. 
 
 The seven lamps of Dawn have followed us, 
 
 And grown to suns, above, beneath our feet, 
 
 On right hand and on left: the Day is ours. 
 
 \_Exit First Messenger. 
 
 Say to the South, the savor of her gifts 
 Delights us as of old : the faint, thin breath 
 Of her ascetic watches, sprinkled blood 
 Of self-inflicted penance, speech grown hoarse 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 59 
 
 In solitude, and visions born of brains 
 Dishumanized, have reached us and refreshed! 
 
 {Exit Second Messenger. 
 
 Say to the West, we ask no more than she 
 Erewhile hath given, eager and whole assent; 
 So flashing back the surplus of her light 
 As a strong sunset fires the unwilling East! 
 
 {Exit Third Messenger. 
 
 Say to the North, the firmest hand is love s ! 
 Except in force there is no help: in faith 
 Abides no jealousy. We hear her threats 
 In patience, as the frowardness of will 
 That brooks no other, until taught by loss. 
 Let her find freedom, and, as heretofore, 
 Finding, be cheated! Dreams of passing days,- 
 Selected truth of ages, which shall stand? 
 Foreseeing penitence, we pardon now! 
 
 {Exit Fourth Messenger. 
 (Sola.} 
 
 Not vainly did I bide my time : for Power, 
 A tree of cautious growth, shows stunted top 
 Until the meshes of its wandering roots 
 Have crept in secret to the choicest clay; 
 Then, shooting firm and spreading boughs abroad, 
 Resistance withers, rival force lacks room 
 Beneath its shade. Now, planted for all time, 
 Kings are my vassals, Knowledge bids me fix 
 Her bounds of liberty! By failure taught 
 
60 PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 To seem to lose for sake of later gain; 
 With small success, until the greater come, 
 Content; forgetful never of the end, 
 What hinders me to make my single will, 
 Sheathed in invulnerable divinity, 
 The world s one law ? 
 
 \_A pause ; she listens. 
 
 "Growth is the law, or death." 
 Who spake ? Or was it some last echo blown 
 From ended struggles ? Growth is mine to give ! 
 Have I kept life for all that in the Past 
 Men clung to, fed the old, barbaric sense 
 With what it loves, and paved an easy way 
 Between two worlds to suit the halting crowd, 
 And am not potent ? T is the single life, 
 Proud of small gifts, defiant in brief power, 
 That mocks the broad authority of time. 
 Through vice or perfect virtue comes alike 
 Obedience ; this because it questions not, 
 And that, from need of pardon. Having these, 
 Whatever third between them lies must soon 
 Bend, or be crushed : I rule, while I exist ! 
 
 \Enter PRINCE DEUKALION and PYRRHA.] 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Hail, Caesar s heiress ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Who art thou ? And why 
 Such greeting ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I declare thee as thou art. 
 The phantom purple underneath thy stole 
 We see, who nursed thy young humility 
 That now is pride, intrusted thee with strength 
 To be the strength of men, and made thee free, 
 That each soul s freedom find its root in thine! 
 How much of duty in thy power survives ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 I meet the needs and the desires of men. 
 What they expect, I give ; the seed whereof, 
 Sown ignorantly on all the fields of the Past 
 By dead Religions, I have reaped for them. 
 The passion and delight of sacrifice ; 
 The comfort out of self-abasement won ; 
 The lofty symbols, flattering lower sense 
 Until the thing it touches seems divine ; 
 The sweet continuance of miracle 
 That Faith implores, to feel its Lord renewed ; 
 The sanctioned ear, where Guilt may find release 
 And surety of pardon, these I give. 
 
6 2 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 These only? Treadest thou thy children down, 
 
 Lest they should grow beyond thee ? Hast thou peace 
 
 For Man s illimitable questions and desires? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Yea! Through obedience, peace for each and all. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Art thou, then, more than man? Through him thou 
 art. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thy speech offends: the race-begotten child 
 Is its own father s lord. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prove lordship, then ! - 
 
 Display the rights bestowed, to balance them 
 Thou hast usurped ! Man s reverence is thine : 
 Where bides thy reverence for Man ? The Mind 
 That, seated in the universe of things, 
 Needs all its heritage, the haughty doubt, 
 Twin-born with knowledge and of equal right, 
 Hast thou made free ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 I make not error free. 
 
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 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Art thou, alone, establisher of truth ? 
 Not also Man who made thee, the high God 
 Whose will permits thee ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 * 
 
 Tell me what keen charm 
 Thou usest, that my daughters turn to thee ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 Knowest thou thyself and askest ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Yea, I know 
 
 The strength and weakness of an instinct foiled. 
 Sexless thyself, the secret of the sex 
 Is lightly caught by thee ; yet, be thou skilled 
 To weave ecstatic visions from hot blood, 
 And call heaven down to fill Love s emptiness, 
 There dwells a soul in woman past thy reach, 
 A need that spurns thy tinkling toys, a claim 
 Beyond thy lullabies of sense and sound, 
 And sweet division of Divinity 
 Twixt us and Man ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thine ? or felt by all ? 
 
64 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 A myriad speak, though single be the voice ! 
 
 We know thee, Gorgon ! Though the tonsured head 
 
 Keep down thy sprouting snakes, the triple crown 
 
 Hide their renewal, yet thy stony glance 
 
 Betrays the ancient beauty, and its dread ! 
 
 Why hast thou turned from that defenceless love 
 
 Which equalized all lives of men, to use 
 
 The mystery of terror ? Why made stone 
 
 The souls that moved before thee, save in chains ? 
 
 Many thy keys of power, for thou hast learned 
 
 To govern weakness : hast thou then forgot 
 
 That force and freedom live ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Perchance in dreams. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (advancing). 
 
 Before thee, here, I stand ! One Power decrees 
 Thy life and mine : subdue me if thou canst ! 
 My children made thee, and shall overthrow ! 
 Take strength from all the Past, on dreams presumed 
 Build empire, and exalt thyself, / am, 
 
 I was, I shall be ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I no less! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 MEDUSA (sinking down upon her throne). 
 
 Away ! 
 
 CHORUS (without}. 
 
 As a bed where the weary sleep, 
 As a chest where our gems we keep 
 Art thou, our Mother! 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 Spare us! we stand despoiled 
 Of the goods for which we toiled : 
 Thine is the hand that foiled; 
 There is none other. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We bow, and our joys endure ; 
 Assent, and the Future is sure ; 
 Thy rule is highest. 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 We ask, as thy gifts decrease, 
 Knowledge that brings us peace, 
 Freedom, the soul s release, 
 But thou deniest! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Power and Mystery thine, 
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66 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Surely art thou divine, 
 To reign forever! 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 Power, the child of Will, 
 Dares and defies thee still 
 Even God shall not kill 
 Man s endeavor ! 
 
 SCENE in. 
 
 [Night. An open grassy glade, between groves of ancient oak and ilex trees, 
 in a deep mountain valley. The full orb of the moon hanging low in 
 the west. ] 
 
 PYRRHA (sola). 
 
 In this pure shadow every rocky scar 
 
 Is healed : there is no lightest lisp of leaf : 
 
 The waters, only, never lose their song, 
 
 But in their swift, dissolving syllables 
 
 Some soft response to mine immortal hope 
 
 Endeavors for a voice. Most, unto me, 
 
 The time is holy : wherefore not to him ? 
 
 Not weariness of baffled toil alone, 
 
 Nor late revenges of subjected sense, 
 
 Dare shape his dreams. Our primal task the same, 
 
 Our purpose one, our equal bliss through each 
 
 Ordained, at need I summon him to me : 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 67 
 
 From toil, uniting while it seems to part ; 
 
 From visions of thyself, renewed 
 To quicken men s discouraged fortitude ; 
 By the twin right of one inseparate heart, 
 
 Which speaking, other voice is dumb, - 
 
 I bid thee come ! 
 If thee I most may comfort, or me thou, 
 
 What need to question now ? 
 
 We take, even as we give, 
 Nor, save in our unreckoned bounties, live ! 
 Deukalion-Pyrrha, all myself in thee 
 Compels thee unto me i 
 
 [A pause. PRINCE DEUKALION appears.] 
 
 One moment, ere thou speakest, let me gaze ! 
 Though some bright rosier flush of waxing life 
 Forsake thy features, marbled by the moon, 
 Thine eyes remain, and out of shadow send 
 A happy splendor : am I fair to thee ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Fair and so near ! Ah, Love, couldst thou be mine. 
 Save first myself were mine ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Then I were less 
 
 Than thou believest ; but my heart forgives 
 The over-fondness of complete desire. 
 
68 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I venture further, dream diviner end : 
 
 Each lost in each, one body as one soul ; 
 
 Endless renewals of surprise and bliss ; 
 
 A twofold touch of life, all knowledge grown 
 
 A double power through interchanging sense, 
 
 As light should warm at will, and heat illume ; 
 
 Two mingling tones to every passion s voice ; 
 
 Twin-rays from eyes, as shines from sky and stream 
 
 The single star but that were Deity! 
 
 We will not look beyond the task designed. 
 
 Guide thou thy sons as I my daughters ; teach 
 
 Respondent honor to heroic blood 
 
 That wastes itself in self-forgetting toil ; 
 
 Give rank and right, and exercise of rule ; 
 
 With lighter weapons of one temper arm 
 
 The softer strength, and in one squadron set, 
 
 To fight the world s long battle ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Force is kind, 
 That once oppressed, and honors fade unworn. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 A favor on a helm, a tourney s crown ! 
 Cross-hilted swords, in dying unction held, 
 Crimsoning scarf or glove ! In lordly bower, 
 Or under oriel, lute and lay espoused 
 In adoration that purveys to sense, 
 
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 While lowly virtue is a jest of fools ! 
 
 What she bestows, the Head whom all obey, 
 
 Degrades while it exalts, a sanctity 
 
 Conferred on bondage ! Why, methinks, the world 
 
 Is but a monstrous wizard, weaving spells, 
 
 And chanting, under breath, some siren-song, 
 
 That none escape! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Pyrrha, I read thy mind ; 
 But till the snakes upon Medusa s head 
 Shall turn to tresses, and be loosed to dry 
 Man s bruised feet, or Man himself shall rise 
 And crush them under his avenging heel, 
 We must endure to wait. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 How long ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Not long! 
 
 There are who know me, whose allegiance went 
 In flame aloft, to fall in thunder back. 
 The winds of earth are wafting to and fro 
 The ashes of great lives, that seem, to Her, 
 The Gorgon, dust; yet are unquenchable, 
 Immortal fiery seeds of voice and act, 
 Her hate increases when it would destroy. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 So Arnold lives, and Abelard : so he, 
 The youth I chose, shall with consuming song 
 Burn his broad way through ages ! Thou and I 
 Before one onset walk; and thou shalt change 
 The old dependence into loftier aid. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Exact one space, where we may stand alone, 
 And unassailed ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Pyrrha ! when proudest thou, 
 Dearest and most desired ! Full-limbed and fair, 
 Such perfect beauty in thy lifted head 
 It cannot be defiant, such clear truth 
 In thy large eyes, such glory as a mist 
 Around thee 
 
 [Seizing her hands. 
 
 Let it be a dream no more! 
 Thy hands, a dream, and, ere the vision end, 
 Once let me know the lips that shall be mine! 
 
 [ Thunder. The Shadow of PROMETHEUS rises.~\ 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Not yet! 
 
 Slow-paced is Fate : 
 All crowns come late. 
 Couldst thou forget ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Since my proud task began, 
 Nor more nor less than Man 
 Am I, or may become. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Haste is not speed, 
 And Passion mars the deed; 
 And Love s too-early paean soon is dumb. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 But in thy scheme lie burning 
 
 Keen sparks of yearning, - 
 
 The hope that dies not, 
 
 The voice that lies not, 
 The dream, more bright at each returning! 
 
 Within thy reed of stolen fire 
 
 Came down the Gods desire, 
 Not their chill calm of changeless being. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Whence they, foreseeing 
 
 Far overthrow, 
 
 Through what of them in you was planted, 
 Made me your Expiator! 
 
72 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The One we know, 
 God, Father and Creator, 
 Himself to Man his nature granted ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 He standeth sure. 
 A spark of Him in all, 
 The form of faith that dies, 
 The tenets that surprise, - 
 Though falling as ye fall, 
 He rises as ye rise : 
 
 He will endure ! 
 
 \The moon sets : a faint light in the eastern skv. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Father, thou readest in my heart 
 What I implore, ere thou depart ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Though a sudden darkness fills 
 All the hollows of these hills, 
 White and large, against the gray, 
 Sparkles Phosphor s chilly ray; 
 And the mountain-brows are wan 
 In the weakness of the dawn. 
 But the little streak that lies 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 At the bottom of the skies, 
 As the remnant-wine in cup, 
 Fast shall fill and mantle up, 
 And, where yellow coldly grows, 
 Burn to gold and flush to rose. 
 Look, and hearken, if there be 
 Message in the morn for thee ! 
 
 [PROMETHEUS disappears. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Wait, my Deukalion ! hand in hand, 
 With quiet pulses, beating bliss in each, 
 And the immortal faith that asks no speech, 
 
 Again beside me stand ! 
 
 Even now the glowing tide 
 Throws its first foam of fiery cloud, and wide 
 
 The heads of mountain-peaks 
 Feel day s fresh blood upon their pallid cheeks: 
 Already sings aloft the awakened lark: 
 
 Whether she come or fail, the Hour 
 
 Brings consolation and swift power, 
 And I am strangely happy, Hark! Oh, hark! 
 
 EOS (unseen). 
 
 Mother of them to be, 
 Who wast first designed in the Past 
 To be fulfilled at the last, 
 
 Why calleth thy soul to me? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 For the beauty my daughters wear 
 Is made to itself a snare! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Beauty alike shall soften and save, 
 
 Till Force shall feel, 
 
 As the galley s keel 
 Is lifted and sped by the lovely wave ! 
 Under the law that holds me afar, 
 And Fate s immutable bar, 
 By the secret of something all divine, 
 The heart in my bosom answers thine ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Not yet uncurtain thine eyes ! 
 I ask no more. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 The slow swift ages wait in the skies; 
 The ghosts are eager on Heaven s floor. 
 What Darkness sowed the Light shall reap, 
 
 And Evil that reviled, 
 Impregnate in her drunken sleep, 
 
 Shall bear a purer child! 
 
 [A pause. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 The roses fade, the music melts away. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 It is another day ! 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 [The Roman Capitol. MEDUSA, throned on a platform, in front of an ancient 
 church, in the walls of which are seen columns of a Doric temple. An 
 immense multitude gathered together.} 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Who all possesses, dares be generous ; 
 
 And here, where fell the guardian god of Rome, 
 
 Touched by a babe s soft hand, where Caesar s crown, 
 
 Descending, stopped when Tibur s Sibyl spake, 
 
 Foreseeing mine, shall go indulgence forth ! 
 
 No bounty equals that which Power bestows 
 
 That might withhold: the senses must not starve, 
 
 Lest the soul clamor. Out of what I hoard, 
 
 Prepared for me, the harvest of the Past, 
 
 Some ears may well be scattered. 
 
 Who demands ? 
 
76 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 [Two step forth: the POET, in a red mantle, his head crowned with laurel; 
 the PAINTER, bearing tablet and pencils. } 
 
 THE POET. 
 
 Faithful to all thou seemest, I have sung; 
 
 Hate is my portion, yet I sing no less. 
 
 Love for Love s sake instructed first my tongue, 
 
 That Truth so speak, and Justice so redress. 
 
 I am a voice, and cannot more be still 
 
 Than some high tree that takes the whirlwind s stress 
 
 Upon the summit of a lonely hill. 
 
 Be thou a wooing breeze, my song is fair ; 
 
 Be thou a storm, it pierces far and shrill, 
 
 And grows the spirit of the starless air : 
 
 Such voices were, and such must ever be, 
 
 Omnipotent as love, unforced as prayer, 
 
 And poured round Life as round its isles the sea! 
 
 THE PAINTER. 
 
 Faithful to all thou seemest, I have made 
 
 Thy glories visible, in beauty, grace, 
 
 Pain, death, and triumph! I have set thy saints, 
 
 In tints exalting life above itself, 
 
 And aureoled faces caught from ecstasy, 
 
 For endless worship. Vassal unto thee 
 
 Therein, the separate service now outruns 
 
 My vassalage ; for beauteous Art compels 
 
 Her Beauty s freedom ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 77 
 
 MEDUSA (aside). 
 
 Freedom ? still the moon 
 These children cry for. 
 
 Yet for thee there pleads 
 
 No crownless Muse, of them that haunt the ways 
 Of men, and think they live : thine never lived ! 
 But of the others whoso linger still, 
 Long out of service, living on men s alms, 
 Decoying pity through their old respect 
 And fallen honor, let them now appear ! 
 
 [Enter THE MUSES.] 
 
 So much of dignity in ruin lives ? 
 
 Save that some faces smile, and some are calm 
 
 With certainty of ancient place renewed, 
 
 Ye were defiant: but your pride is fair! 
 
 It suits me well to find dependent now 
 
 Such haught existences : as I grant leave, 
 
 Ye may endure : in them who served the old, 
 
 The newer faith rewards like loyalty. 
 
 First of the triple triads those advance, 
 
 Who nearest, lightest-natured, cheerfullest, 
 
 Were loved of men, and made the moment speed ! 
 
 EUTERPE, THALIA AND TERPSICHORE. 
 
 In the woods and highlands 
 
 We linger near; 
 By the shores and islands, 
 
 When skies are clear. 
 
78 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Delight of existence, 
 
 In the feet that fly, 
 Calls from the distance 
 
 Our glad reply ; 
 But the joys are sweeter 
 
 That to all belong, 
 When the foot gives the metre, 
 
 The heart the song ! 
 No more you banish 
 
 Than a cloud the sun : 
 We only vanish 
 
 To be re-won ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Good service offers ! - - t is the must of youth, 
 The hum, and surge, and sparkle of fresh blood, 
 That must have sway: be these my vintagers, 
 So mine the later wine! Yea, let the vats 
 Even over-foam, t is sign of potent fire 
 Stored in the vessels when my seal is set, 
 And acrid strength of age. Without excess 
 Were less restraint : here may indulgence lie ! 
 Go, altarless yet worshipped, ye are free ! 
 
 MELPOMENE, POLYHYMNIA AND ERATO. 
 
 When Music fails, and Joy is dumb 
 To men s exalted need, we come. 
 Our swords of sharper beauty cleave 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The spells of senses that deceive, 
 And out of yearning, pain and power, 
 We call, and rule, one glorious hour! 
 Time cannot mar nor Conquest wrong 
 The swift, majestic march of Song, 
 Or Faith, in man s august desire, 
 Quench the least atom of her fire. 
 The Thought that strays, afar, alone, 
 We guide to speech and charm to tone 
 The breathless Passions pause, to see 
 Their rage resolved to harmony; 
 The terror of their language wooed 
 To music, and to law subdued ; 
 Till all things dread, fair, fugitive, 
 Touched by eternal Beauty, live! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 These are suspect : whom shall they rule or serve ? 
 
 [A patise. 
 THE POET. 
 
 Me, if none other! Yonder multitude 
 
 Scarce knoweth what it loves, yet loves no less, 
 
 Enjoys, forgets, discards and craves again, 
 
 Breathing high thoughts unconsciously as air : 
 
 Without them, stifled ! Those are welcome now, 
 
 Who bring the sportive liberty of life 
 
 To the sad world s late holiday; but these, 
 
80 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Seldom as odors on the arid hills, 
 Still keep their fond surprises ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Under guard, 
 
 Then, let the Three go forth! They reach too high. 
 Who plucks on tip-toe at the dangling grape 
 Pulls down the vine : what s Passion but revolt ? 
 What, save the music of illicit minds, 
 Is Poetry? Yet purposed deeds may sleep, 
 Lulled by the measure of their own wild dreams. 
 The accumulate store, saved from the wrecks of Time, 
 Frayed raiment, spangled thick with Pagan gems, 
 Is hoarded in my vaults ; but at my will 
 Be spent the treasure ! easy luxury 
 To brains that else might coin, or claim, or steal. 
 These Three, of men surmised or coveted, 
 May walk the world henceforth ; but, under guard ! 
 
 CALLIOPE AND CLIO. 
 
 Daughters, whom Zeus and she, 
 Wide-browed Mnemosyne, 
 Gave to the sons of earth, 
 In wisdom, might and mirth 
 Divinely so to lead 
 That word is wed with deed ; 
 And action, rhythmic grown, 
 Stands as in sculptured stone ; 
 
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 And noble speech commands 
 Service of swords and hands; 
 We wait, but do not ask 
 Continuance of our task! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thou, of the keen, persuasive, perfect voice, 
 
 Thee I require ! despite the haughty flash 
 
 Of thine unshrinking eyes, I know the spell 
 
 That rules thee : wait, I 11 feed thy tongue with fire ! 
 
 Thou, too, whose stylus wanders restlessly 
 
 Across the empty tablets, at my feet 
 
 Sit down, and write me legends! I have store: 
 
 Pain, penitence, and power and miracle, 
 
 Glory, disaster, blessing, by one soul 
 
 Informed, linking the ages in one scheme 
 
 Grander than all thy fables! 
 
 Who art tkou, 
 
 The last, who speakest not ? Thine eyes are set 
 Like one who sees not, thine attentive ear 
 Hearkens to something far away. Most fair 
 Wert thou, could Beauty, careless of delight, 
 Wear Wisdom s mask. What Lamia lingers here? 
 
 [Aside* 
 
 No supplication, nay, but pity shines 
 
 From those firm eyes : I cannot look them down ! 
 
 Is it the coldness of the serpent blood 
 
g 2 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 So chills me? Serpent? one of us must writhe 
 When the end comes; but ages lie between. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 The clear lamp, colorless, 
 
 Of high Truth I possess. 
 
 Hope, Will and Faith may spurn, 
 
 W T hile fresh their torches burn, 
 
 What, kindling now afar, 
 
 Seems but a dying star: 
 
 Yet, wheeling as it must, 
 
 This little orb of dust 
 
 Not more the Law divine 
 
 Establishes, than mine. 
 
 Shall Faith permit me? Nay, 
 
 Thine standeth in my way! 
 
 The strong, unshaken mind 
 
 May shun me, but must find; 
 
 Devotion, bowed to thee, 
 
 Is upward blown to me, 
 
 Who over Change and Time 
 
 Stand single, strong, sublime! 
 
 MEDUSA (rising suddenly). 
 
 Seize the blasphemer ! What ! from air she came, 
 To air returns ? Or doth some shadow still 
 Glide past yon hoary columns ? She is gone ! 
 Set double guards around our borders ! Bar 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. g 
 
 With fire and steel her entrance ! Say, shall we 
 Hold parley with such immemorial hate, 
 Or, being Life to men, permit this Death 
 Her darts to scatter? 
 
 Take, new-wrought for you, 
 My children, chosen of the seed of Earth, 
 The timbrels and the flutes of joy; the pomp 
 Of color, music, marble, gems and gold ; 
 The tender pardon of the whispered sin; 
 The symbols, fitting to the weary mind 
 An easy load, so keeping truth alive 
 In dusky mysteries ; and, shadowing God s, 
 The universal watchfulness of Power ! 
 
 \Exit MEDUSA : the multitude retires. 
 
 THE POET. 
 
 (Solus, gazing down upon the ruins of the Forum.) 
 
 Urania ! not thy face that earliest wooed me, 
 
 And from these ancient ashes called the fire ! 
 
 Thy sister, even in marble sleep, subdued me 
 
 Unto free Song s untamable desire ; 
 
 And he, in whom I feel myself united 
 
 To deed and word and vision that inspire, - 
 
 Life s homeless Prince, alone in dreams invited, - 
 
 Is of thy race, and waits afar for thee. 
 
 What now thou art, Spirit so spurned and slighted, 
 
 I know not, nor can guess what thou shalt be : 
 
 But through the light of Day thine eyes are burning, 
 
 Thy feet are on the mountains and the sea ; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The holy planets, going and returning, 
 Keep thy clear paths untangled in the sky: 
 Thy wisdom shall replace our hoodwinked yearning, 
 Thy living laws the mysteries that die! 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 \_A pass among the High Alps.~] 
 EPIMETHEUS (solus). 
 
 Bright Earth ! The echo of the fateful words^: 
 " Rise, Brother ! " scarce in twilight Hades dies, 
 And I behold thee ! Bath of dazzling Day, 
 Take these spent limbs, revive .the old Titan blood, 
 Sharp wine of mountain-ether! Are yon snows 
 Our Caucasus ? yon melting distances 
 The meads of Phasis, or, on Morning s side, 
 The Caspian and the far Chorasmian plain? 
 Here, now, the hoary, storm-tormented peaks 
 Stand silent : muffled thunders from below 
 Make brief disturbance : slopes of tender turf, 
 Untrampled by the steer, and flowers uncropped, 
 Smile a faint summer down the hollow dells, 
 And dark with lifeless water lies the lake. 
 There wheels a vulture, giving to the blue 
 The shade or sparkle of his slanted wings, 
 But seeking other quarry: not for me 
 Is torture, save the pang of growing sight, 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALTON. 
 
 And slow remembrance of the things that were. 
 The Past, that mid her ruins lay a-swooned, 
 In me recovers : pulse by pulse must I 
 Recall my life, and word by word my speech, 
 And age by age my knowledge ! 
 
 \_Enter URANIA.] 
 
 Also thou, 
 
 Whom, eminent in Babylon, I saw, 
 Or wise in secrets of the Memphian stars, 
 Or hermitess on Samos, royal guest 
 In Academe, endurest ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I endure. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Where wast thou ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Waiting in the dust of earth 
 And the eternal splendor of the stars. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Has thy day dawned ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Yea, ever is at dawn, 
 So men but lift their eyes ! 
 
86 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Where goest thou ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 To them that seek me. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Goddess, I return 
 
 To draw the forfeit forces of my youth 
 From dull, forgetful age : be thou my help ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Learn what to ask, I give : not mine to guess 
 The need of others. Epimetheus, thou, 
 A yearning shadow, must create thyself 
 And thine equality of final power. 
 Not yet thou knowest me ; but, as I go, 
 Speak, soft, unsilenced Spirit of the Wind, 
 Speak, kindred Spirits of the Snow and Stream, 
 Declare my being ! 
 
 {She descends the northern side of the pass. 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Spirits, I listen : speak ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE WIND. 
 
 From the parched Numidian waste, 
 From the hills of hot Fezzan, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 87 
 
 I sprang with a boundless haste 
 
 That only the stars outran; 
 Over mountain and Midland Sea 
 
 That strove to tire or tame,- 
 Over Etna and Stromboli 
 
 That pierced me with smoke and flame; 
 Till I laid, in the first desire 
 
 That bended my pinions low, 
 The cheek of the sylph of fire 
 
 On the breast of the gnome of snow! 
 For the powers of ruin, that meet 
 
 In the vaults of space, must die 
 When the spirit that stays my feet 
 
 Is lord of the tender sky! 
 I come, to wither and slay; 
 
 I pause, to quicken and spare; 
 And the fate of the world I weigh 
 
 In the trembling balance of air! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE SNOW. 
 
 Homeless atoms, born in the sky, 
 Cling to the ledges bleak and high, 
 Fill the crevice and hide the scar, 
 And give the sunrise a rosy star ! 
 Gather and grow, till a shield is won 
 To blunt the spear of the angry sun ; 
 Till from the heart of my chill repose 
 Power awakens and purpose grows,- 
 
88 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Out of my torpor the glacier goes ! 
 Silent, certain, it crouches and crawls 
 Down the gorges in frozen falls, 
 And crystal turrets of azure walls, 
 Tearing the granite from crest and dome, 
 Hurling the torrent forth in foam ! 
 Shepherding here my downy flock, 
 There I shatter the ribs of rock; 
 Stayed by a hand and slain by a breath, 
 There I am terror, and doom, and death ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE STREAM. 
 
 Over the mosses and grasses 
 
 The white cloud passes, 
 Silent and soft as a dream ; 
 And the earth, in her shy embraces, 
 
 Conceals the traces 
 Of the secret birth of the Stream : 
 Till my threads are braided and woven, 
 
 And speed through the cloven 
 Channels, and gather, and sink, 
 And wind, and sparkle, and dally, 
 
 With song in the valley, 
 And shout from the terrible brink! 
 Then the whirl of the wind divides me, 
 
 And the rainbow hides me, 
 As I midway scatter in air; 
 And I bathe with endless showers 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The feet of the flowers, 
 And the locks of the forest s hair: 
 Till proudly, with waters wedded, 
 
 My strength is bedded 
 By meadow, and slope, and lea; 
 And the lands at last deliver 
 
 Their tribute river 
 To the universal Sea! 
 
 THE THREE SPIRITS (as Echoes). 
 
 Thou, to power and empire born, 
 Stay one arrow of the Morn; 
 Pluck one feather from the wing 
 Of the wild Wind s wandering; 
 Breathe to air the flakes that blow 
 From the chambers of the Snow; 
 Hold one speck of drifting Force 
 From the measures of its course; 
 Then of these hast thou the chain 
 Binding Man s immortal brain ! 
 
 \_Enter PRINCE DEUKALION and PYRRHA.] 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What faint, clear music of the elements 
 
 Makes all these mountains rhythmic, and this air? 
 
 Thou hearest, Pyrrha ? 
 
90 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Not the same that fell 
 From fair Ionian stars, and found afar 
 Reverberant echoes on the mounts of Song; 
 But Earth awakens! Hope I breathe, and power, 
 Losing my burden of remembered ill. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 New realms, yet not unknown, invite us. See, 
 How, yonder, where the piny gorges fall 
 Northward, it spreads ! a land of tempered air, 
 Where Beauty s enemy, rough Toil, abides, 
 And all the joyous Muses bind their brows 
 With straightening fillets : never Daphne shakes 
 Her glossy head, or Pallas hoary tree 
 Makes moonlight on the hills. But Druid oaks, 
 Univied, stretch their stubborn arms abroad, 
 The firs bend black beneath their weight of snow, 
 The gray walls gloom, fire mocks the absent sun, 
 And Life, no more a lightsome gift of Earth, 
 Defends itself by battle : voices there 
 Call thee and me. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So but my daughters call, 
 They shall behold me! Under placid brows 
 Of Nymph or Goddess, and the chaste cold breasts, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. Q 
 
 And beating through the snow of perfect limbs, 
 
 Is Woman ! Beauty s soft inheritress, 
 
 Let her uplift her downcast lids, and see 
 
 Power abnegated, dignity unworn, 
 
 And equal freedom sheltering equal love. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 There lies Medusa s secret : with such bait 
 Long hath she fished; but thou shalt dis-immure 
 Her slaves, and give them their abolished sex! 
 
 [Perceiving EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Here were a face save that the kindled eye, 
 And April bourgeoning of sunny locks 
 Around the seamless forehead, might deceive - 
 I looked upon in Hades: is it thou? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Am I so young, then? What Prometheus mused 
 I know not yet. With sight indrawn he sat, 
 And seemed to listen, while our starless air 
 One weary hour hung dead, then hoarsely spake: 
 " Rise, Brother ! " and the thin, gray, crowding ghosts 
 Whirled on and would have risen; but I was here! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What doest thou ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I listen. 
 
92 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Unto whom? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 The Wind, the Snow, the Stream. The mighty Muse 
 Bearing an orb, the star upon her brow, 
 Commanded speech of them, and passed beyond 
 To Thrace or Scythia. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 She ? and thou ? Again, 
 O Pyrrha, let our severed hands unite! 
 Not mine the eternal secret of the Gods 
 To fathom, yet their purpose in my blood 
 Beats prophecy. 
 
 Go, Epimetheus, sunward, 
 And seek thy childhood in the dust of ages! 
 Burrow in buried fanes: wash clean the altars, 
 And spell forgotten words on mouldering marble. 
 Perchance thy limbs shall fail, thy lids be weary, 
 And thou shalt sleep; fear not, I will awaken! 
 Thy brother s words fulfil : " Take one new comfort, 
 Still Epimetheus lives!" and now the morning 
 Shall not withhold the unseen eyes of Eos ! 
 
 \Exit EPIMETHEUS. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 93 
 
 PYRRHA (as they descend the pass]. 
 Arching aisles of the pine, receive us ; 
 
 Dells of alder and willow, be fair ! 
 Something of ancient beauty leave us, 
 
 Gift for promise, and deed for prayer! 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 In the shadows of the pine 
 Beauty waiteth, still divine : 
 She is thine! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Will of manhood and blood of valor, 
 Leap as of old to the day at hand: 
 
 Free of doubt and of craven pallor, 
 Rise and ransom the captive land! 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 In the forge and in the mine 
 
 Weapons for the battle shine: 
 
 They are thine ! 
 
 [Exeunt 
 
ACT III. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 [A i>alley among hills covered with forests of oak and beech. Below, in the dis 
 tance, a richly cultivated plain, a city with Gothic towers, and a broad 
 river, dotted with the sails of vessels.^ 
 
 POET (passing). 
 
 EARTH, thou art lovely as any star, 
 With rest so near, desire so far ! 
 Peace from the tree-tops on the hill 
 Sinks, and the blissful fields are still ; 
 While tender longing, pure of pain, 
 Dwells in the blue of yonder plain; 
 And all things Fancy, faring free, 
 May clasp or covet, come from thee! 
 Something of mine is everywhere, 
 Trodden as earth or breathed as air; 
 Giving, with magic sure and warm, 
 Voice to silence and soul to form, 
 Calm to passion and speed to rest, 
 Borrowed or lent of mine own breast 
 By that swift spirit that mocks the eye, 
 As over thee the unfeatured sky, 
 Heaving its blue tides, endlessly, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 9 
 
 To planets that fail to lift the sea! 
 
 I am thy subject, yet thy king: 
 
 Give me thy speech, and let me sing! 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 G&A. 
 
 Step to the music of the song I gave, 
 
 My Poet, homeward! Lovers, find in me 
 
 Your voiceless eloquence and balm of bliss, 
 
 That else were pain! Mine ancient life revives 
 
 With sweeter potency: I am a Soul 
 
 Responsive unto all that stirs in Man, 
 
 Transforming passion to a natural voice, 
 
 From airy murmurs of the fragrant weeds 
 
 To the hushed roar of pines, the tramp of waves, 
 
 And bellowing of the ocean-flooded throats 
 
 Of headland caverns! Wafts of odorous air, 
 
 The thousand-tinted veils of dawn and day, 
 
 The changeless Forms, that from the changing Hours 
 
 Take magic as a garment, stellar fire 
 
 Sprinkled from hollow space, and secret tides 
 
 Lifted by far, fraternal planets, these 
 
 Have grown to speech, companionship and power. 
 
 Tired of the early mystery, my child 
 
 Hearkens, as one at entrance of a vale 
 
 Never explored, for echoes of his call; 
 
 And every lone, inviolate height returns 
 
 His fainter self, become a separate voice 
 
 In answer to his yearning! Not as "dam, 
 
96 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 With hungry mouth, as goddess, with bowed heart 
 He wooes me; or as athlete, million-armed, 
 Summons my strength from immemorial sleep. 
 He comes, the truant of the ages, comes, 
 The rash forgetter of his source; as lord 
 He comes, lord, paramour and worshipper, 
 Tyrant in brain, yet supplicant in soul, 
 With fond compulsion and usurping love 
 To make me his! 
 
 Still scorned are ye, fair Forms 
 I sheltered? Under yonder beechen shade 
 Hath human longing set ye? Hide my streams 
 Your beauty still, my mists your loosened hair? 
 
 NYMPHS (at a distance). 
 
 As the night-air pants; 
 As the wind-harp chants; 
 As the moonlight falls 
 Over foliage walls; 
 As gleams forerun 
 The smile of the sun 
 When clouds are parting, 
 Our beings are. 
 We are held afar 
 By a knowledge burning 
 In the heart of yearning; 
 For the necromancy 
 Of the fonder fancy 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Breathes back into air 
 The Presences fair 
 It would fain restore: 
 We are Souls and Voices, 
 But Forms no more! 
 
 Ye highly live, more awful in the spell 
 
 Of unseen loveliness! No need to quit 
 
 Your dwellings, strike the dull sense into fear, 
 
 And win a shallow worship: Man s clear eye 
 
 Sees through the Hamadryad s bark, the veil 
 
 Of scudding Oread, hears the low-breathed laugh 
 
 Of Bassarid among the vine s thick leaves, 
 
 And spies a daintier Syrinx in the reed. 
 
 For him that loves, the downward-stooping moon 
 
 Still finds a Latmos: Enna s meadows yet 
 
 Bloom, as of old, to new Persephones; 
 
 And twixt the sea-foam and the sparkling air 
 
 Floats Aphrodite, nobler far than first 
 
 These bright existences, and yours, withdrawn 
 
 To unattainable heights of half-belief, 
 
 Divine, where whole reflects the hue of Man. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 In the upward pulse of the fountain ; 
 On the sunny flanks of the mountain; 
 Where the bubble and slide of the rill 
 7 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Is heard when the thickets are still; 
 Where the light, with a flickering motion, 
 From the last faint fringes of ocean 
 Is sprinkled on sand and shell; 
 In the ferns of the bowery dell, 
 And the gloom of the pine-wood dark, 
 And the dew-cloud that hides the lark, 
 The sense of Beauty shall feel us, 
 The touch of delight reveal us! 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 GJEA. 
 
 Fear not, sweet Spirits, what unflinching law, 
 Tracking creative secrets, Man may find 
 In my despotic atoms! Who denies 
 Confirms ye to the sense that bade him seek. 
 But thou, mine Eros, through whose ministry 
 Stole back the banished Beauty, as, at first, 
 The harmless tear-like trickle of a stream 
 Through some Cyclopean dam, that softly wins 
 A vantage, till the whole collected lake 
 Sets its large lever to the trembling stones, 
 And freedom follows, thou, who, well I know, 
 Hidest beneath this roof of summer leaves, 
 Or where the minty meadow-breath makes cool 
 Thine ardent brow, appear, and speak again! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 EROS. 
 
 I am not he whom Hermes overcame, 
 Nor always from my brother s grosser flame 
 
 Held my pure torch afar: 
 
 New bows I span, new arrows fill my quiver. 
 Those twain, mine enemies, avoid me now, 
 Stung by the steady radiance of my brow, 
 
 Nor, save in secret, mar 
 My lordship over them that I deliver. 
 
 The penance of the ages was in vain ; 
 
 Old sweetness sprang from each invented pain, 
 
 And Love increased by wrong, 
 And won supremacy by sharp denial. 
 Faith dungeoned him, till, pining for the day, 
 He stole the wings of Faith and soared away: 
 
 So grew my nature strong 
 Through conquered violence, and pure through trial 
 
 What though new strains enrich my airy lute, 
 The primal ecstasies are never mute ; 
 
 No throb of joy is missed, 
 Nor from the morn is any splendor taken. 
 But nuptials of the senses now repeat 
 The mystery of equal souls that meet, - 
 
 That kiss when lips are kissed, 
 And each in each to sovran life awaken ! 
 
I00 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 G.EA. 
 
 Not mine to guess thy riddles, yet I see 
 
 Near manhood in thine adolescent limbs, 
 
 Proud lustre in thine eyes, as, through the joy 
 
 That still around thee sparkles, other joy 
 
 Made prophecy, but never of an end, 
 
 And mystic sweetness in thy budded lips. 
 
 Nathless, whenever my strong spouse, the sun, 
 
 Stoops nearer, sets his bosom unto mine 
 
 And stirs all fond, sad raptures of my frame, 
 
 Then most I note thee, hurrying to and fro, 
 
 Sure in thy speed; or when he lingering leaves 
 
 My bed of long delight and summershine 
 
 With last caresses, thou on every hill 
 
 Dost walk in light, and breathest through the woods 
 
 Voluptuous odors of the yearning year! 
 
 Exalt thyself past limits of my law, 
 
 I feed thee still! What soaring mist of mine, 
 
 Sun-gilded, but the iron frost of space 
 
 Shall seize? What odor reaches to the stars? 
 
 EROS. 
 
 Nor the soul of the wandering odor, nor the light of 
 
 the mist, is thine, 
 Who art rolled through day and darkness, at the will 
 
 of a star divine ; 
 Who claim st the arrows of beauty, alone from its quiver 
 
 sped, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. IOI 
 
 Thou readest but half the riddle in the dust that else 
 
 were dead ! 
 Thy life is blown upon thee, as a seed from another 
 
 land, 
 And the soil, and the dew and water, are the bounty of 
 
 thy hand ; 
 But the secrets of whence and whither are mine for my 
 
 children s need : 
 I go with the flying blossom, as I came with the flying 
 
 seed ! 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 [A spacious square, at the extremity of a city. In front, a church : on one side 
 a c emetery, with an open gateway : on the other side a market. ~\ 
 
 PYRRHA (looking towards the gateway]. 
 There, out of stubborn wrong and thwarted hope 
 And helpless ignorance, Earth has only gained 
 A heavier mould; and she must heap her dead- 
 As the slow ages on her bare emerge 
 Gathered the dust for grass, the deepening sod 
 For forests ere our seeds of total life 
 Find rootage, and with undecaying green 
 Redeem this desolation! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Yea, but eyes 
 
 That once behold, and souls that once believe, 
 Lend faith and vision as a lamp its flame! 
 
102 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Ay, Faith ! that limits where it should enlarge, 
 That sees one only color, where the sun 
 Brands ever three, nor suffers even them 
 To burn unblended ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 T is the curse of souls 
 That selfless aspiration looks above 
 To find joy, knowledge, beauty, waiting there, 
 Because abandoned here ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So mine await : 
 They doubt me, not forbid me. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Doubt but feeds 
 
 The callow faith that has not tried its wings. 
 Be comforted ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 Deukalion, is it time ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 How often, Pyrrha, have we watched the morn 
 Divinely flush and fade ! How often heard 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 103 
 
 Music, that, ere it bade us quite rejoice, 
 
 Died, echoless ! Yet Patience cannot be, 
 
 Like Love, eternal, save at times it grow 
 
 To swift and poignant consciousness of self; 
 
 And something veiled from knowledge whispers now 
 
 Prometheus stirs in Hades ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Barest thou call ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I dare not. Epimetheus slowly clears 
 Back through the gloom and chaos of the Past 
 The path of his return. The widening sphere 
 His keener vision measures now for Man 
 Discrowns Tradition, shrinks the span of Time, 
 And throws the primal purpose of our fate 
 Once more upon us. Thus the Titan stands 
 Nearer than when the frosty fetters burned 
 His. limbs on Caucasus ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And also she, 
 
 Pandora, freed from long disgrace of Time, 
 Since now her Hebrew shadow flings away 
 The fabled evil! When the Past is purified, 
 We shall possess the Future. 
 
104 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Yea, our source, 
 
 As from the bosom of a mountain mist, 
 Leaps out of Nature, innocent at last ! 
 In our beginning Destiny divine 
 Set the accordant end ; and this, obscure, 
 Makes that with monstrous intervention dark 
 To human souls. Already Earth is red 
 With ebbing life-blood of the wounded Faiths 
 That shriek, and turn their faces to the wall, 
 And shut their vision to the holier Heir, 
 Who, unproclaimed, awaits his lordship. Lo! 
 How he who governs these austerer lands 
 Withholds his gifts, betrays his promises, 
 Gives freedom for repentance, not for change, 
 Nor other answer than his own, to doubt! 
 Foe to Medusa, in his secret dreams 
 He wears her triple crown, allows, perforce, 
 Urania, banished from her first abodes, 
 Chill hospitality, an exile s fare, 
 No right of home ! What will his welcome be, 
 When Epimetheus, hand in hand with her, 
 Tells the new story of the human Past ? 
 
 \^Enter a Matt and Woman.~\ 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (to the Man). 
 Say, dost thou know me ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 105 
 
 MAN. 
 
 At a distance, I 
 Have seen thee pass : I never heard thy name. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I speak it not. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 Thou movest my desire 
 
 To know, yet, save the knowledge be allowed, 
 No less my fear: there s brightness on thy face, 
 As one who sees no pitfall in delight, 
 Nor snare in science, nor the burden bears 
 Of fallen nature. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Whence is thine so dark? 
 Art thou in love with pain? 
 
 I cannot help 
 
 Some joys of life, and guilty dreams of more : 
 But He who suffered for my sake forbids 
 That I rejoice too greatly. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Wisdom, then, 
 Wilt thou accept? 
 
io6 
 
 PRINCE DRUKALION 
 
 MAN. 
 
 The wisdom of the world? 
 Nay: tis vain-glory. 
 
 WOMAN (to Pyrrha]. 
 
 If indeed for me 
 
 Thou hast a message, as thine eyes declare, 
 Thou knowest my need. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I know thine ignorance. 
 
 WOMAN. 
 I would have knowledge, were the entrance free. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Want forces entrance, justifies itself, 
 As hunger crime > But learn what Beauty is, 
 And this, thy present weakness and reproach, 
 Becomes immortal power! 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 When I behold 
 Thy face, 1 seem to own it. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Set thou, then, 
 
 Whatever visage unto thee I wear 
 Within the shrine of thy desires, thereon 
 To brood in longings born of motherhood, 
 That so thy daughters shall inherit it, 
 And I in them be nearer ! 
 
 MAN (to the. Woman}. 
 
 Strange the words, 
 
 Their meaning doubtful : how shall thou and I, 
 Bearing Eternity s full weight alone, 
 Ours all the debt, foreclosed if other coin 
 Save what our Faith supplies be given as due, 
 And poor in deeds that earn it, how shall we 
 Accept such help? He wears the face of Power, 
 She that of Beauty; what if both mislead? 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 Her spirit touches me, as doth the sun 
 A folded bud: if I become a flower, 
 The hue and fragrance locked within my life 
 Without my will are scattered. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 Come away! 
 
 [ They pass on. 
 
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10 8 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 No more the shepherd and the shepherdess, 
 
 Our children ! T is the wisdom of the school, 
 
 So grave in childish self-sufficiency, 
 
 That turns on Nature and disowns her bliss. 
 
 I know not what large hope awakens now: 
 
 Pandora, Titan-mother ! rise and see 
 
 How speeds thy purpose ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Ere thou summon her, 
 Or he unsummoned rises, let us seek 
 The stately High-Priest who hath ruled so long 
 These broadening realms, advancing nobler fate 
 Even where he willed it not, the instrument 
 Of that diviner mystery than his God ! 
 The sky-cast shadow of a Hebrew Chief 
 Fades o er his altars ; and the aureoled Love 
 That later veiled the tyranny, reveals 
 A change in its intensest splendor wrought 
 Invisibly: if he hath eyes to bear, 
 His ear may hearken, when Prometheus calls. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 109 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 \The interior of a spacious church. In the chancel a lofty altar, on the front 
 panel whereof is carved a rayed triangle : on the top of the altar rests the 
 Ark of the Covenant, above which towers a Cross. CALCHAS, High- 
 Priest, stands upon a raised platform before the altar, clad in an ephod 
 of gold, blue, purple and scarlet, with mitre, girdle and breast-plate of 
 twelve stones, as described in Exodus xxxix. PRINCE DEUKALION and 
 PYRRHA in the nave.] 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Still old the symbols ! and the spirit looks 
 Backward to whence they came. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 So should it look, 
 
 But free, across a conquered realm ! The Past 
 Is Man s possession, not his mocking glimpse 
 Through loopholes of the jail where Reason pines. 
 It gives the Prophet vision, as a root 
 Declares the measure of the branch it feeds ; 
 But here are teachers, who, to lead the blind, 
 Hoodwink themselves. What common eye can see 
 Past things as present, ancient miracle 
 To-day s dull fact, God s hand upon the man 
 It looks at? Over gulfs of ages these 
 First find their sanctity, as our dark orb 
 Drinks light from ether till it grows a star. 
 
HO PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 It is the heart that dares not look too near, 
 Nor yet too high. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The heart, that doubts the brain, 
 Feeling, divorced from knowledge, this it is 
 That neither loves us nor can be estranged; 
 That dimly plays with our conjectured will ; 
 Obeys, mistrusts itself and grows ashamed, 
 Then turns apostate ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Nay, Deukalion, nay! 
 .That, born anew, retains the old desire; 
 That, kindled once, keeps memory of the flame; 
 That out of thwarted yearning, baffled peace, 
 And endless pangs of vain self-surgery, 
 Still floods all life with fond presentiment 
 Of thee and me ! 
 
 \_Sound of the organ. 
 CHANT. 
 
 From this body of death deliver, 
 
 This burden of woes ! 
 We call, as they called where the river 
 
 Of Babylon flows. 
 
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 Like the wail of a captive nation 
 Is the sound of our lamentation. 
 From the pleasures that still delight us; 
 From the daily sins that smite us ; 
 From the difficult, vain repentance 
 And the dread of the coming sentence; 
 From the knowledge that gropes and stumbles; 
 From the pride of mind that humbles ; 
 From beauteous gifts that harden, 
 And bliss that implores not pardon; 
 From the high dreams that enslave us, 
 We beseech Thee, save us ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Joy in Thy world divine, 
 And the body like to Thine ; 
 Pride in the mind that dares 
 To scale Thy starry stairs, 
 Rising, at each degree, 
 The least space nearer Thee ; 
 Strength to forget the ill, 
 So Thy good to fulfil ; 
 Freedom to seek and find 
 All that our dreams designed, 
 Driven by Thine own goads 
 Forth on a thousand roads; 
 Patience to wrest from Time 
 Something of Truth sublime, 
 
H2 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Or of Beauty that shall live, 
 We beseech Thee, give ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 (Perceiving PRINCE DEUKALION and PYRRHA.) 
 I do mistrust these strangers. Since that she, 
 Medusa, thrust them out from all her realms, 
 What time she banished her of orb and star 
 I sheltered (threatening now with adder sting 
 For life revived), they wander to and fro - 
 Or others in their likeness, and disturb 
 My settled sway. Freedom I gave, because 
 Free-will must choose me, bade men seek the truth 
 Because the truth conducts them back to me. 
 Urania, with her forward-peering eyes, 
 Saw not the vestments, which, to mark her mine, 
 I laid upon her shoulders : suddenly now, 
 Full-statured, with uplifted head she walks, 
 And drops her loosed phylacteries in the dust. 
 These, too! whate er they purpose must be mine, 
 If good, since other good exists not: yet 
 They stir some quick perversity of heart 
 In man and woman, teach abolished needs, 
 And open gates I shut but may not bar. 
 They come this way. I ll question them. 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALTON. I 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (advancing). 
 
 High-Priest, 
 Thou shouldst proclaim us, and thou know st us not! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Much have I heard. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What most? 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 That ye do breed 
 Confusio i. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay! but out of thine we build 
 The ruined harmony. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Then, enemies 
 
 Ye now declare yourselves, where I but deemed 
 Some seed of pride had sprouted o er its fall. 
 What is \ ye do? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What thou hast never done, 
 
 Who hast one purpose where thy sons need all, 
 Who keep st them puppets lest they grow to Gods! 
 
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II4 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 I seek to save them. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 They will save themselves, 
 
 Not by one anchor which may drag them down, 
 But carried outward by all winds that blow 
 Into the shoreless deep! Give knowledge room, 
 Yea, room to doubt, and sharp denial s gust 
 That makes all things unstable ! Tremble not 
 When stern Urania writes the words of Law: 
 Make once more Life the noble thing it was 
 When Gods were human, or the nobler thing 
 It shall be when The God becomes divine ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Blasphemer ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Curse, if so it comfort thee. 
 Thy weapon, too, is terror; but when men 
 Cease to be cowards, idle Hell shall close. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Yield what thou canst : there still is time. Give up 
 
 Dead symbols of the perished ages : doff 
 
 The trappings of a haughty alien race 
 
 Whose speech was never thine : keep but the spark 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. LI r 
 
 Of pure white Truth which nor repels, forbids 
 Nor stings, but ever broadening warms the world ! 
 Think what thy lips have promised, how thy hand 
 Rent suddenly our chains ! Nearest thou art 
 Of them that sway the torpid souls of men : 
 So, then, be all where thou art but a part, 
 Be all, teach all, grant all, and make thyself 
 Eternal ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Am I not so, now ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Not yet, 
 
 Save in the taste of that thou offerest, - 
 Repentance. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 And thou mightst be, in thy love. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Repentance ? Love ? What words are these you speak ? 
 One wins the other : I announce them both, 
 And all beatitude that follows them. 
 Beyond the curse inherited by flesh, 
 Beyond this cloudy valley, where as rain 
 Fall human tears, and sighs of vain desires 
 Make an incessant gust, I know the way 
 To refuge, and the one permitted bliss 
 Of living souls. 
 
U5 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Let me behold that bliss! 
 I have the right of entrance : fear thou not ! 
 The phantom key thy hand yet seems to clutch 
 Lend me a moment; or, canst thou not yield, 
 Then stand aside! O Father, is it time? 
 
 PROMETHEUS (rises). 
 
 What matters, whether soon or late ? 
 Thine is the burden, thine the fate. 
 Long hast thou waited, not too long, 
 For patience is the test of wrong; 
 And thee the slow years may allow 
 Some right of deeper vision now. 
 The trial art thou strong to bide, 
 Explore thy way! there is no guide. 
 
 [Disappears. 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 (Seizing the horns of the Ark upon the altar ^ 
 
 I know what holy mysteries were thine 
 
 In the old days: but what art thou become? 
 
 Yield up thy spells to one who saw thee pass 
 
 Through the dusk halls where Amun-Ra was lord, 
 
 Or Nile-borne on thy barque of flowers ! What lore 
 
 Of wandering souls of life beyond the end- 
 
 Is thine to give us ? 
 
 [A paust 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. u 
 
 Nothing more than this ? - 
 Gray emptiness of space, with here and there 
 A flying shadow, whether man or fiend 
 The eye detects not: something vast of form, 
 Yet Hebrew-featured, stirred to mighty wrath 
 By hostile Gods, defending, as it seems, 
 A throne secure, uncertain of His will, 
 And undecided if His sons shall live. 
 They, too, poor ghosts ! must hover on the verge 
 Betwixt two worlds: they reach no firmer soil 
 Of airy substance, yet which may upbear 
 Thin feet of spirits, but in endless whirl 
 Drift through the shapeless void. I 11 look no more. 
 
 [He lays his hand upon the Cross. 
 
 Symbol of Fire, the oldest, holiest ! 
 Forget thy speech on Asia s hoary hills, 
 Dip thy pure arms in blood of sacrifice, 
 And tell me what thou heraldest ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 A vaunt ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 There is less profanation in his act 
 
 Than in thy prayers. Be silent, wait the end ! 
 
 [PRINCE DEUKALION S eyes close: he slowly sinks down and lies, 
 
 leaning against the altar. 
 
n g PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 THE VISION OF PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 As out of mist an unknown island grows, 
 
 It swam in space, surrounded with repose. 
 
 " Behold," an airy whisper said, " the sphere 
 
 Through hope existing, as yon pit through fear; 
 
 For what men pray for --while they pray --shall last, 
 
 Since Faith creates her Future as her Past." 
 
 No light of sun, or moon, or any star 
 
 Touched the white battlements that gleamed afar, 
 
 Or painted with strong ray the pastures wide 
 
 Between slow stream and easy mountain-side, 
 
 But over all such cold and general glow 
 
 As moonlight spreads upon a land of snow, 
 
 Yet fairer, shone ; and myriads wandered there, 
 
 Giving no stir to that unbreathing air, 
 
 White as the meadow-blossoms, and as still, 
 
 And white as clouds on each unshadowed hill. 
 
 A city vast, that bore an earthly name, 
 
 With thousand pinnacles of frost and flame 
 
 Stood in the midst ; and twelvefold flashed unrolled 
 
 The pavements of her avenues of gold, 
 
 Where harps and voices one high strain did pour 
 
 Of " Holy, holy, holy ! " evermore. 
 
 And out the centre, from the burnished glare, 
 
 A golden stairway sloped athwart the air, 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALTON. Iig 
 
 And faded upward, where a Phantom shone 
 That changed in form to them that gazed thereon. 
 These, side by side, and wing caressing wing, 
 Rested like wild doves on their wandering, 
 Innumerable : and o er them seraphim 
 Winnowed rich plumes to make the glory dim, 
 And children s faces, kissed with sweeter light, 
 Circled in swarms around a Throne of white. 
 Shapes of no sex, too beautiful for man, 
 Too cold for woman, spread the rosy van 
 And slanted, shining, far amid the space. 
 Some pleasure came on each uplifted face 
 To see those messengers, some rapid awe, 
 When that high Form, with hidden brow, they saw, 
 But else their eyes were weary, and the fold 
 Of each white mantle slept upon the gold. 
 Dead seemed their hands, save when the harps they smote 
 And made accord of one perpetual note. 
 The entrance of a living spirit there 
 Gave a quick motion to the torpid air, 
 Startled the light with shadow, and breathed out 
 Keen earthly odors ; yet of dread or doubt 
 Among the myriad myriads was no sign. 
 A listless wonder woke in souls supine, 
 But made no speech, for consciousness was numb, 
 Save to the awful voice of what must come, 
 As on dead continents the live sea s roar : 
 " Forevermore ! Forevermore ! " 
 
120 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Angels, a moment stay 
 You r heavenly errands, and betray 
 What nature, beautiful and dim, 
 As m some twilight dream of power 
 Is born for one bright hour, 
 Ye have received from Mini ! 
 Shorn of all kin are ye, 
 Companionless, unwed 
 With primal mortals, loveless, passion-free, 
 Mot living, neither dead ! 
 
 Declare me this : 
 Is it your only bliss 
 
 To sail, soft-shining, with your wings outspread ? 
 To cheat^the ecstasy ye cannot share, 
 With apparitions fair? 
 To give each holy dream 
 Its warranty supreme, 
 The palm to promise, and the lily bear? 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 We cannot know 
 We are the feather, His the breath to blow. 
 
 Though human yearning mould 
 Our passive being, we are cold. 
 Pity, to eyes that mourn ; 
 Passion, to hearts that burn 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION, I2I 
 
 Reward, to lives that dare; 
 
 Salvation, unto prayer, 
 What face men look for, such we wear! 
 Unborn, we have no destiny, 
 Nor other being than to be; 
 
 Nor service, but to soar 
 Twixt One Adored and many that adore. 
 
 What should we further tell? 
 Thou hast no message : so farewell ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 But ye, Transfigured, whose denial 
 
 Endured the life-long trial, 
 Pure souls, whose only human terror 
 
 Made Thought an ambushed error, 
 
 Who now possess, secure from losing, 
 
 The bliss of your own choosing, 
 Speak, are there needs ye here have sighed for, 
 
 More than on earth ye died for? 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 Is it permitted ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I am here. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 We tremble, yet we must not fear. 
 The bright temptation of thy brow 
 We once resisted, conquers now; 
 But thought unused and voice unheard 
 Deny us the consenting word. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Look on me, and it shall be given! 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 O joy ! O pain ! 
 As leaves from autumn boughs are driven, 
 
 At last, at last, 
 Thy will hath torn us from our Past, 
 
 And half we live again ! 
 Yea, here is glory, here is bliss, 
 Arms that sustain us, lips that kiss, 
 And rest, and peace, and pain s reward 
 In that pure light which seems the Lord; 
 But bliss without endeavor, 
 And lips that cannot part; 
 And rest that sleeps forever 
 
 In each immortal heart ; 
 And light whose splendor hideth 
 
 The Face we burn to see 
 What is it that divideth 
 Eternity and thee ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I am eternal, even as ye. 
 
 But your concealed, undying woe 
 
 Is this : ye have not sought to know. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 We did obey. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 But whom, ye may not say. 
 Have ye beheld Him? 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 Nay. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Once more upon Him call : 
 Uplift awakened eyes! 
 Though falling as ye fall, 
 He rises as ye rise. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 His Will in dreams w r e saw, 
 And left unlearned His guiding law ; 
 
 We forced our lives to crave, 
 Through bondage, what His freedom gave ; 
 
 Till, having fondly wrought, 
 We own the Paradise we sought, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Self-bound, and over-blessed 
 With endless weariness of rest ! 
 
 One multitudinous sigh was breathed along 
 
 The golden avenues, and shook the song: 
 
 But far aloft they heard a trumpet blown, 
 
 And keen white splendor gathered round the Throne. 
 
 Then slowly up the ether-darkened blue 
 
 The meads and hills and battlements withdrew, 
 
 Till all the sphere became a silvery moon, 
 
 With ever-lessening disk, and star-like soon, 
 
 And faded out: but in the hollow space 
 
 All suns and planets kept their ancient place. 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 [A wide plain, uninhabited, dotted with ancient mounds. EPIMETHEUS, seated 
 on a fallen pillar, at the doorway of a half-exhumed palace, with a broken 
 tablet in his hand.} 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 It is the speech I heard but yesterday, 
 When all this buried pomp stood bright in air, 
 Terrace on terrace, till the topmost seemed 
 Fit for the feet of some descending God, 
 While bannered masts and galleries of sound 
 Hailed him, invisible; and whispered words 
 To consecrated ears, these tablets bore ; 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALTON. I2 r 
 
 And the wide shadow of this power was thrown 
 O er half the world. What said Prometheus then, 
 When, groping first on fields of unblown mist, 
 I sought to hold the ever-vanishing forms 
 With stable vision ? " T is the Future s gift, 
 To know the Past ! " 
 
 Yet I had mused, not slept, 
 Through weary ages : t was alone their dust 
 That made me seem so hoary. Action, now, 
 And waxing knowledge, destiny fulfilled, 
 Restore the ardors of Titanic youth. 
 Though lost the primal struggle, lost the joy 
 That even defeat to high defiance yields, 
 
 I am at last a Power, and challenge Powers, 
 
 A truth, and thus a terror ! In my veins 
 Burns eager blood; I know my brow is fair, 
 My voice hath music, and the ears of men 
 Perforce must hearken, as I tell the tale 
 Of ever older and of mightier Pasts, 
 Lost tongues and sacred secrets, stolen faiths, 
 Perverted symbols, and the favor shed 
 One tribe usurped upon the Chosen All! 
 
 [Enter URANIA.] 
 URANIA. 
 
 What doest thou here ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I triumph ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Wherefore now, 
 More than erewhile? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I have remembered that 
 Forgotten, when I saw nor understood; 
 And now remembered since I know. 
 
 URANIA. 
 (Taking up a handful of dust.} 
 
 And I 
 
 Have found in this the secret of all worlds. 
 Thy Past ? I know no Past ! Thou dream st of time. 
 It is not, was not ! Nothing is, save Law. 
 Thy feet are on my paths: not heeding them 
 I guided thee, yet in so much of power 
 As may be given thee, more of freedom lies 
 For them that follow me and cannot turn. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Proud wast thou ever. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Proud, because assailed, 
 As who, with full hands bearing gifts, is spurned. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
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 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Yet pause ! I am no longer slack of thought : 
 I know thy being. Though I give return 
 Of needed help, the will which sent me forth 
 Hath still some ancient empire over thee. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Yea, thou art wakened ! Why should I conceal 
 From thee, thus proud, associate soon with him, 
 Thy brother, whose large vision moves with mine, 
 The ultimate barrier where I needs must pause ? 
 But thou, and every Titan yoked with thee, 
 And every track that other knowledge treads, 
 And all the visions unto Faith allowed, 
 Reach not so far : what matter if I halt, 
 Not impotent, where no disturbance comes 
 To vex me, resting but a little while ? 
 Push back that point where thou rememberest not 
 Through countless aeons, still thou find st my trail ! 
 Grasp thou the seeds of life in sun and star, 
 And sink then, fainting, where I stand and smile ! 
 T is not subjection, but a limit, rules : 
 My work is baffled since I could not give 
 The primal impulse. 
 
 Prometheus ! 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Neither thou, nor he, 
 
I2 8 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Cease ! thy words renew the chill 
 That seizes me at each new victory. 
 The cry of old affections shakes my hand; 
 The gush of human heart s-blood comes to dim 
 My crystal eyesight; and a something lost, 
 Because unsought, perchance unsearchable, - 
 Unknown, because unknowable to sense, - 
 Assails my right. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 There is no enmity 
 
 Where neither can be lord: do thou thy task, 
 I mine, and each eternal Force its own ! 
 
 SCENE VI. 
 
 [The shore of the open ocean : morning.} 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Thou lookest eastward, past the gem-like round, 
 The sky of opal and the sea of pearl: 
 I surely misinterpret not thy hope, 
 Or is t thy longing ? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Say, my haughty faith, 
 
 That will not pray for what it must expect. 
 Once have I called on Eos, but I call 
 No more : the silver echo of her words 
 Repeats itself within me, as their vows 
 To happy lovers. Thus it was she spake : 
 " Faith, when none believe, 
 Truth, when all deceive, 
 Freedom, when force restrains, 
 Courage to sunder chains, 
 Pride, when good is shame, 
 Love, when love is blame, 
 These shall call me in stars and flame ! " 
 Thence call I not; but, yonder, as I gaze, 
 The twin stars, visible no more to sense, 
 
 Glimmer, the phantoms of her eyes; the red, 
 Now fading, is her cheek s immortal flush, 
 And the loose golden opulence of her hair 
 These clouds untangle. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Here her face revealed 
 
 Would doubly promise, as the mirroring wave 
 Doubled her loveliness. The conquering Gods 
 Made too much haste to seize a mountain-throne 
 This were their seat; but old Poseidon took 
 
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PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The realm that should be Jove s, where, set between 
 The unknown silence and the noise of earth, 
 Are two pure elements, pavement and dome. 
 Here glimpse upon the soul imagined shores; 
 Here Fancy out of changeful air may build 
 Her far-off palaces ; yet what of truth, 
 Accepted fate or world-defying will 
 Exists, confirms as well its being, here. 
 Time is the billow, Destiny the shore. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Deukalion! Seest thou naught? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I see the gray 
 
 Of waves that first shall darken to the sun ; 
 The distance, where no separating line 
 Cuts the soft web of sky-inwoven sea; 
 And all the dipping rondure of the world 
 Beneath it, where the mighty Day looks down, 
 Or sadly lingers for the word and deed 
 Undone, unspoken ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Ah! as out of air 
 
 It suddenly grew, I see a glorious barque 
 With bellied canvas of the morning cloud, 
 The cordage of translucent vapor spun, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The hull a curve of sea-foam, foamlessly 
 Borne onward, silent, with unruffled prow 
 Approaching us ! Two forms direct her speed, 
 And cither s arm is on the other s neck, 
 And locks of gray and gold are mixed above 
 Their equal brows. Thou hast not called them ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay, 
 
 And yet, beholding not, I know the twain. 
 Oh, come ye hither from the unmeasured Deep, 
 And not from Hades? Come ye with the morn, 
 Unsummoned, though the morning s goddess fail ? 
 Come ye, at last, whose birth reversed your fates, 
 United, one in knowledge, one in power ? 
 Father, and thou, alike a father, hail ! 
 
 [PROMETHEUS and EPIMETHEUS appear^ 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 What language hath, to-day, the sea, 
 
 To chill, inspire or menace thee ? 
 
 What eager hope or spleen forlorn 
 
 Blew on thee through the gates of morn ? 
 
 Or were thy power and purpose dumb 
 
 To speak our coming, ere we come ? 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Not in dejection did we brood, 
 Hearkening the many voices of the sea. 
 
 But for the scattered spirits free 
 Which lure, yet mock, the captive multitude ; 
 
 And for these last, who yet 
 Can neither learn new things, nor old forget ; 
 
 And to fulfil thy plan 
 That woman shall be woman, man be man, 
 
 We pondered, here apart, 
 One wisdom for the brain and heart 1 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Not in dejection, no ! while every Force, 
 
 Once idle, formless, unto Man becomes 
 
 A god to labor and a child to guide ; 
 
 While Space, obstructing human will no more, 
 
 Makes Time a tenfold ally; while the draught 
 
 Of knowledge, once a costly cup, invites 
 
 Free as the wayside brook to whoso thirsts, 
 
 And aspiration, trying lonely wings, 
 
 Escapes the ancient arrow ! These are gams 
 
 We cannot lose; but what new justice comes 
 
 With them, to right Earth s everlasting wrong? 
 
 The weariness of work that never sees 
 
 Its consequence ; chances of joy denied 
 
 To noble natures, prodigal for mean; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Helpless inheritance of want and crime; 
 
 The simplest duties never owned untaught, 
 
 The highest marred by holy ignorance ; 
 
 Crowned Self, that with his impudent hollow words 
 
 Is noisiest, and Vanity that deems 
 
 His home the universe, his day all time ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 These are, and they shall be ; 
 Nor less, though thine impatience fret. 
 Man is a child upon thy knee, 
 
 And earth his cradle yet. 
 Unto thy voice his quickening ears 
 
 Open a little space, 
 Till, taught by dreams of countless years, 
 
 His eyes shall know thy face. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I stand as one that after darkness feels 
 
 The twilight: all the air is promise-flushed, 
 
 Yet strangely chill, and though the sense delight 
 
 In sweet deliverance, something in the blood 
 
 Cries for the sun. Ye know, who set my work, 
 
 It is no selfish passion. Shorn are they, 
 
 And by the fondest fate, of action s crown, 
 
 My daughters, so, denied their part 
 
 In old divinity and balanced right 
 
 Of man s prone worship, losing thence 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Some honor Time is ignorant to restore. 
 
 They need their equal half of all there is, 
 
 Uniting, not dividing, Life. Who twains 
 
 What once was one, makes both more grandly one ; 
 
 Or thou and I, Deukalion, could not be ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Now should Pandora speak! 
 Withdrawn the demigoddess sits, 
 And silent, yet there flits 
 A flush across her cheek, 
 A soft light o er her eye, 
 And half her proud lips smile : 
 Unto thy hope, the while, 
 Be this enough reply ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (to EPIMETHEUS). 
 
 What bear st thou from thine East? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 The living Past 
 
 That from its grave my former being caught, 
 And left me youth. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Which, backward sent 
 
 To Man s dim childhood, where thy memory dies, 
 Foresees with me. 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 135 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 And active even as thou ! 
 
 I bring dread knowledge: change and overthrow, 
 Despair of creeds, and shaking of the shrines, 
 And fruitless building till the Builder come, 
 Are in my hands. The Gods of races I 
 Unseat, as Time or Tyranny of old 
 Unseated them, by one subversive lore 
 Of equal truth revealed to them that seek, 
 None self-elected as depositors, 
 But His eternal Covenant with Life 
 For all, forever! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Who shall teach that lore? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Its whisper now sets every wind of earth 
 Vibrating: hearken, here! the subtle sea 
 Hath learned it from the happier stars, and bears 
 The message to his loneliest isles ; the buds 
 Expand it in their blossoms ; helpless souls 
 Discover it and rejoice, forebode and flee. 
 Truth gathers being as the fire in air, 
 Until, surcharged, it drops a blazing bolt 
 And speaks in thunder. 
 
136 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Who shall hurl those thrones, 
 Untenanted, beside all wrecks of Power, 
 And dwell above them, that mankind may rise ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 He is unknown. 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 Unknown ! yet known. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 He is alone. 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 Alone! yet with His Own. 
 
ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 [A vast flowery meadow : the sea, cities and mountains in the distance. } 
 
 AGATHON (a child). 
 
 (Solus.) 
 
 SOULS know their errands, yet must live, 
 Ere speaking, all the truth they give. 
 Sad must their brooding childhood be 
 Who teach the old captivity, 
 And ah ! how sad, perplexed and strange 
 Is theirs who see, but cannot change ; 
 How dark who build not, yet destroy, 
 But mine, at last, but mine is joy ! 
 
 No herald star announced my birth ; 
 Men know not that I tread the earth ; 
 I fashion not the doves of clay 
 That, when I bid them, soar away; 
 Nor twine the rose, in sportive need 
 To make prophetic temples bleed ; 
 Nor look, from eyes of early woe, 
 The agony I shall not know ! 
 O Purest, Holiest! not thy path 
 Twixt tortured love and ancient wrath 
 
138 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Is mine to follow: none again 
 Wins thy beatitude of pain: 
 But all the glory of the Day, 
 All beauty near or far away, 
 All bliss of life that, born within, 
 Makes quick forgetfulness of sin, 
 Attend me, and through me express 
 The meaning of their loveliness. 
 
 Yonder, the weary, longing race 
 
 Conjecture my maturer face, 
 
 Nor dream the child s when they behold 
 
 Beneath its locks of sunburnt gold- 
 
 That only says : " My life is sweet ; 
 
 The crisp, cool grasses love my feet; 
 
 The lulling air my body takes 
 
 To slumber, and the wave awakes; 
 
 And pleasure comes from soil and flower, 
 
 And out of lightning falls a power, 
 
 And from the breath of ancient trees 
 
 The vigor that enriches ease, 
 
 And from the mountain-haunted skies 
 
 The will that ruins, save it rise!" 
 
 Be the white wings of Duty furled 
 
 To-day, and let me own the world ! - 
 
 The azure flag-flower basks in heat, 
 
 Yet cools, below, her plashy feet; 
 
 The footsteps of the breezes pass 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 In shadow-ripples down the grass, 
 And glimmers, where the pool is thin, 
 The slide of many a silver fin. 
 Beam on my bosom, warmth divine, 
 Until its pulsing currents shine 
 Like yonder river s ! pour the flame 
 Of supple life through all my frame, 
 Till consciousness of beauty there 
 Gives me the glory I should wear ! 
 My limbs shall float, my motions be 
 Each a new change of ecstasy, 
 Nor shall I breathe except to know 
 What savors the swift airs bestow, 
 While pure, as when its beats began, 
 The heart to music builds the man ! 
 
 I know I AM, that simplest bliss 
 The millions of my brothers miss. 
 I know the fortune to be born, 
 Even to the meanest wretch they scorn ; 
 What mingled seeds of life are sown 
 Broadcast, as by a hand unknown, 
 (A Demon s or a child-god s way 
 To scatter fates in wilful play !) 
 What need of suffering precedes 
 All deeper wisdom, nobler deeds; 
 And how man s soul may only rise 
 By something stern that purifies. 
 
 139 
 
140 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 But here I gather, ere my hour 
 
 Shall call, the fresh, untainted power 
 
 Of Nature, half our mother yet, 
 
 And angry when her sons forget. 
 
 Far as the living ether bends 
 
 My being through her own extends ; 
 
 Free as a bird s to sink and soar 
 
 O er meadow, mountain, sea and shore ; 
 
 One with the happy lives that breed 
 
 Their like in spawn, and egg, and seed ; 
 
 One with the careless motes that stray 
 
 To gather gold for dying day, 
 
 And with the dainty sorcery 
 
 Of odors blown far out to sea, 
 
 That say to mariners on the wing : - 
 
 The unseen earth is blossoming! 
 
 But farther, finer, airier yet 
 
 A soul may spin its mystic net, 
 
 And, with unconscious heart-beat sped 
 
 Vibrating on each gossamer thread, 
 
 Declare itself and all it gives, 
 
 Though, speaking not, it simply lives ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 [The interior of a spacious church, as in Act III., Scene III. Noon : the win 
 dows are open, and the nave is filled with sunshine. URANIA, slowly 
 pacing down the main aisle.] 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 An added step, and these groined arches fall! 
 
 The mine beneath the fortress of my foe 
 
 Is dug, the fuse is laid, and only fails 
 
 One spark of fire, but such as must be stolen 
 
 Elsewhere than from mine atoms. How, save I, 
 
 Myself, create, shall I creation solve ? 
 
 Exalted thus, and throned on rigid Law, 
 
 That bids a million universes whirl 
 
 In the inconceivable Immensity, - 
 
 Earth but a mote, and all humanity 
 
 Its faint result, shall I admit desire 
 
 As cause, not sequence, fondest dreams as fact, 
 
 And vast inflation of the vapory Self 
 
 Beyond all spheres of sense ? With my large scheme 
 
 This last breathes interference : unto me 
 
 Myself suffices : no fond paramour 
 
 Shall woo me for my beauty, save as truth 
 
 Makes beautiful, or knowledge stands for love. 
 
 Men s minds grow wider : my serener light 
 
 Probes the dark closets of the mystic Past, 
 
 And many a bat-like phantom, blinded, shrieks 
 
142 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 For the last time, and dies: yet one more step, 
 The final one, awaits me. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 (Appearing from behind the altar.} 
 
 Yea, and that 
 Thou canst not take. 
 
 URANIA. 
 What hinders me ? speak on ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Then thou wert God ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 The Cause ? the first impelling Force ? 
 The Ages yet may make me so. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 And Man, 
 
 Who, knowing thee,. is everything thou art, 
 Shall find himself created by his will, 
 And all his faith in one advancing life 
 Through fairer spheres is thine in being his ! 
 Almighty Love, lord of intelligence, 
 Anointed Prophet of Eternity, 
 Lives, even as thou. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 And dies, when thwarted law 
 Prohibits. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Nay ! not dies, howe er obscured 
 Or mutilate, not dies, in that dense dark 
 Where thou art impotent, but is the ray 
 That guides men to thy feet and far beyond! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I know thou canst not be mine enemy; 
 Yet why, to flatter life, wilt thou repeat 
 The unproven solace? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Proven by its need ! 
 By fates so large no fortune can fulfil ; 
 By wrong no earthly justice can atone ; 
 By promises of love that keep love pure ; 
 And all rich instincts, powerless of aim, 
 Save chance, and time, and aspiration wed 
 To freer forces, follow! By the trust 
 Of the chilled Good that at life s very end 
 Puts forth a root, and feels its blossom sure ! 
 Yea, by thy law! since every being holds 
 Its final purpose in the primal cell, 
 And here the radiant destiny o erflows 
 
144 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Its visible bounds, enlarges what it took 
 From sources past discovery, and predicts 
 No end, or, if an end, the end of all ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I know this dialect, so many strive 
 To make it mine, or bend my tongue thereto. 
 Let there be truce while perfect knowledge waits ! 
 Here cometh one whom I must serve, and thou, 
 If thou wouldst live. 
 
 [Enter PRINCE DEUKALION.] 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 My father! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Have I, then, 
 
 In some exalted trance begotten thee ? - 
 Ah, not from her who only should have nursed 
 Thy babyhood, our race is yet to come. 
 Thou hast my features, and from heart and lip, 
 As thus I hold them swiftly unto mine, 
 Flow sweetness; and the light in thy young eyes 
 Is as a hope within me. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 And my work 
 Shall bring me nearer, since, if thou wert not, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I could not be! My hands are tender yet, 
 
 My feet too lightly borne, my soul alive 
 
 With too much joy: I feel, but cannot teach, 
 
 And wander, guided by a shaft of light 
 
 That shall illumine knowledge as I need. 
 
 Whither, I question not : I only know 
 
 It touches thee, or thy far phantasm set 
 
 Where fades from earth the beam, so linking us 
 
 In one design. The first art thou to know, 
 
 The first to love me, and wouldst first command 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I have awaited thee a thousand years. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 I waited for my time. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Our blood thou hast: 
 
 So might Prometheus speak. But wilt thou, here. 
 Where gray Tradition hews each separate stone, 
 And vainly gropes decrepit Faith to clutch 
 The outflown Deity, transform the shrine 
 Where He, so starved by penance, comes no more. 
 But elsewhere stays until His feast be spread? 
 Some natural odor of the happy earth 
 Breaks in with thee : the arches clasp above 
 With leafy lightness of the summer boughs: 
 
146 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The oriel drops rose-leaves, and the font, 
 Bubbling and brightening with an inward life, 
 Spins up in silver, tinkling as it falls. 
 What hast thou done? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 At first I took away 
 
 The High-Priest s rnitre, long since threadbare grown, 
 Eaten by moths, dust-soiled and shapeless. He, 
 As one forgetful, sought, then seemed to wear, 
 And with a customed hand to set aright, - 
 Then missed, forgot again. His ephod, next, 
 Of fine-twined linen, scarlet, blue and gold, 
 The girdle and the breast-plate of the tribes, 
 I hid from further use, a sorer loss, 
 Awhile in his bewildered looks betrayed 
 And halting speech; but now he scarce recalls 
 That such things were nor could be otherwise. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What next? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 What still remains; and now I do! 
 
 TAGATHON removes the tablet <with the rayed triangle, takes the Ark of the 
 Covenant from the top of the altar, and conceals them. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The Cross endures. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 147 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Till some diviner type 
 
 Of man that loves and gives himself for men, 
 Shall plant his emblem! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALTON. 
 
 O er it, set a star, 
 Beneath, a sphere! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Man must invent his own ; 
 And this, that his far memory antedates, - 
 Descended with him from the world s cold roof, 
 Where, past the Indian peaks, on high Pamere 
 His race was cradled, from a single death 
 Took sanctity forever ! Whether mine 
 Be star or sphere, it is not mine to choose ; 
 For I must pass ere I am known of men, 
 Who seeing, hearing, loving me, perchance, 
 Behold the brother, not the future god ! 
 
 [Exeunt, 
 
148 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 [ The court of a grand, dusky temple, with beams as of cedar-wood, supported 
 by gilded pillars. At the further end, a veil, through which sculptured 
 cherubim are indistinctly seen. On each side are thrones, overlaid with 
 gold, set in the interspaces of the colonnades.} 
 
 PROMETHEUS (sohlS\ 
 
 The sportive genii of illusive form, 
 
 Of hidden color and divided ray, 
 
 Have built me this, the ampler counterfeit 
 
 Of thine, O Solomon ! that lifted up 
 
 Moriah into flashing pinnacles, 
 
 And spoiled umbrageous Lebanon to roof 
 
 Its courts with cedar ! Less than air is mine, 
 
 The ghost of thy barbaric fane, yet meet 
 
 To hold the ghosts that deem themselves alive, 
 
 As in a truce of spirit, when the Dead 
 
 Float gray and moth-like through their wonted rooms, 
 
 Are shaped in dusky nooks to living eyes, 
 
 And send the hollow semblance of a voice 
 
 To living ears, the law that parts them both 
 
 Being all inviolate. Such unconscious truce 
 
 I now proclaim, as ever in large minds 
 
 Holds back the narrower passion, and decides. 
 
 The conflicts of the earth must sometimes pause, 
 
 Breathless : some hour of weariness must come 
 
 When each fierce Power inspects its battered mail, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 149 
 
 The old blade reforges, or picks out a new, 
 
 While measuring with a dim and desperate eye 
 
 The limbs of Man s new champion. Agathon ! 
 
 Thy soul is yet outside the fiery lists : 
 
 The trumpet hath not called thee : as a child 
 
 Thou waitest, but the wisdom of a child 
 
 Must first be spoken. From their seats of rule 
 
 I summon them whom thou shalt meet, and thee ! 
 
 King of the glorious reign, 
 To whom thy glory slain 
 Returned for all men s gain, 
 Queen of the triple crown, 
 Whose haughty eyes look down 
 From heights of old renown, 
 Priest, that wast sent to be 
 Deliverer, but mak st free 
 Only who follow thee, 
 Muse, that hast grown so high 
 Through the unmeasured sky, 
 Man knows thee but to die, 
 Come, or the phantom send, 
 Commissioned to defend ! 
 
jg PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 {The forms or phantasms of BUDDHA, MEDUSA, CALCHAS and URANIA 
 appear, and seat themselves upon opposite thrones. AGATHON enters and 
 advances to the centre of the temple-court.] 
 
 BUDDHA (dreamily). 
 
 Across my bliss of Self absorbed in All, 
 
 And only conscious as a speck of dust 
 
 Is of its Earth, there creeps such faintest thrill 
 
 As to the lotus-bulb or rose s root 
 
 Strikes downward from the sweetness of the flower, - 
 
 The sign that somewhere in the outlived world 
 
 A God-selected soul is ripe to ask 
 
 A question that compels reply. I wake, 
 
 As one that, hammock-cradled under palms 
 
 Beside a tropic river, drinks the breath 
 
 Of clove and cinnamon orchards, seaward blown, 
 
 And through the, half-transparence of his lids 
 
 Sees from the golden-gray of afternoon 
 
 The sunset s amber flush, but never fade. 
 
 Art thou, fair Boy, the questioner? Thine eyes 
 
 Demand Life s secret: learn thou to renounce, 
 
 And grow, renouncing, sure of Deity! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 But I accept, even all this conscious life 
 Gives in its fullest measure, gladness, health, 
 Clean appetite, and wholeness of my claim 
 To knowledge, beauty, aspiration, power ! 
 Joy follows action, here ; and action bliss, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 1 $ I 
 
 Hereafter! While, God-lulled, thy children sleep, 
 Mine, God-aroused, shall wake to wander on 
 Through spheres thy slumbrous essence never dreamed. 
 Thy highest is my lowest ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 So speaks Youth, 
 
 That fans a calenture in spirits light : 
 With such I deal not, but its answering chill. 
 What refuge hast thou for the weary soul 
 That says : " My feet are bleeding ; carry me, 
 And I will serve thee"? Fretful is the race, 
 And breaks its playthings like a petted child. 
 But, looking backward o er the heritage 
 That makes me holy, thee nor like of thee 
 Do I perceive : whose warrant sent thee here ? 
 If Man s half-lost and consecrated Past 
 Thou canst restore, be welcome ! otherwise 
 New heresy and hate are born of thee. 
 Lo ! my commands are heard ; I do not change ; 
 Nay, though the headlong world transform itself 
 And speak strange tongues, in me all truth begins, 
 In me is finished! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 (Advancing to the foot of MEDUSA S throne. ] 
 
 Wake, O Sorceress, 
 Caught fast in thine own toils ! Wash thy filmed eyes 
 
;2 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 And look around thee ! Why, what things are these ? 
 
 Terror is gone from men, and Ignorance 
 
 Girds his weak loins, and all usurping hands 
 
 Of mediation grope for lost appeals, 
 
 Since that dread simulacrum thou didst frame 
 
 From breath of prayer, and altar-smoke, and gold, 
 
 Falls, and is God no more ! A thousand years 
 
 Have passed since thou, in plenitude of power, 
 
 Didst set thy house in order, smile well-pleased, 
 
 And softly say : " Now may I sleep awhile ! " 
 
 Yea, though the night-lamp bearing, thou hast walked 
 
 The chambers to and fro, t was still in sleep, 
 
 And drowsed from changes of the sunlit life 
 
 Outside, till all thy Past slid down, and drifts 
 
 Where now it harms not: waken, if thou canst! 
 
 MEDUSA (starting). 
 
 What place is this? Who else is throned, where I 
 Alone am crowned ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Let them declare! 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 (Lifting his hand mechanically to his brow, then suddenly recollecting) 
 
 No crown 
 
 He needs to wear whom happy followers love; 
 And unto these have I enlarged my gifts 
 
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 PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 Even as their souls discovered and desired. 
 I hold them not from seeking, but above 
 High wills and actions set the highest Good, 
 His gift, not mine. I war but with their pride 
 That, looking inward, finds too clear a light, 
 Too large a license, looking upward, sees 
 A Deity too dim for mortal sense. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Nay, Priest !-- thou warrest with pure intelligence 
 .That rays all whither from its central flame, 
 And reaches God on Po.wer s or Beauty s side, 
 As on Devotion s ! Since thou wast content 
 With One whose human spite and jealousy, 
 Though veiled by later love, still shows the badge 
 Of clanship, men have passed thy visible fanes 
 To kneel in that invisible, whose wide walls 
 Surround all tribes, all upward-lifted lives, 
 All downward driven by ignorance and wrong. 
 Who reigns there sits above thy reach of soul : 
 Denial cannot scape Him, sacrilege stray 
 Beyond His pity, nor by any path 
 The seeking spirit miss ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Save, indeed, 
 
 He be not else than universal Force, 
 And all His worship out of fibres born, 
 
154 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 That, changing texture, change Him unto Man. 
 What eye hath known Him ? What fine instrument 
 Hath found, as t were a planet yet unseen, 
 His place among the balance of the stars ? 
 But selfish fancy and insatiate love, 
 Chilled by almighty Law, demand to feel 
 A human heart-beat somewhere in the void, 
 And rescue their imagined essences, 
 Distinct and conscious, from eternal dust ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 That selfish fancy and insatiate love 
 Are thine, not knowing ! Thou, without thy will, 
 Art the most glorious of the hosts that serve, 
 Proclaimer of the measureless scheme divine 
 That makes men tremble ! In that universe 
 Thy lore hath found for His activity 
 Earth s petty creeds fall off as wintered leaves, 
 When April swells the bud of new. Men grow, 
 But not beyond their hearts, possess, enjoy, 
 Yet, being dependent, ever must believe ; 
 So with thy knowledge rises Him believed, 
 Shakes off as rags what once were holy names, 
 Treads under foot as crackling potsherds all 
 The symbols of old races, with one breath 
 Puffs into air defilement of their hates, 
 And stands alone, too awful to be named ! 
 This is thy service. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Hast thoir aught to ask ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Verily, one seed is Truth s ; but they who clip 
 The sprouting plant to hedge their close domains, 
 How should they know its grace of natural boughs 
 And blossoms bursting to the startled sun? 
 I ask them naught, fore-hearing their replies. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Forces that work, or dream ; 
 Shadows that are, or seem ; 
 Whether your spell sublime 
 Fades at the touch of Time, 
 Or from the ages ye 
 Take loftier destiny, 
 I, of the primal date 
 As of the final fate, 
 Having compelled, release : 
 Depart, but not in peace ! 
 
 [ The four figures disappear from the thrones. PRINCE DEUKALION and 
 PYRRHA enter the court of the temple. ] 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 O Son, thou last and sweetest hope for us, 
 Since men shall clasp thy truth in loving thee ; 
 
156 PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 Where tarrlest thou ? The vault of golden air 
 Above thy meadows, knowing thee no more, 
 Is emptied of delight : the scattered homes, 
 Wherein thy face was precious, yearn and wait : 
 The cities and the highways of the earth 
 That know thee not, yet having seen thee, miss, 
 Are calling on thy name. Lo ! we have sought, 
 I and thy father, sorrowing, for thee. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 How is it that ye sought me ? Wist ye not 
 That I must be about my Father s work ? 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 
 \A vast, natural platform, thrust forward from the extremity of a mountain- 
 chain. Upon it rise the unfinished walls of an edifice, only half the pillars 
 of the facade being lifted into place ; yet every block suggests the harmony 
 of the complete design. Beyond it the height falls away into broad ter 
 races, the first dotted with woods of oak and chestnut trees, those below 
 with fig, olive and fields of vine, and finally sinking through orange 
 groves to the palms and tamarinds of a great plain, divided by an inlet of 
 the sea. PROMETHEUS, PANDORA, EPIMETHEUS, PRINCE DEUKALION 
 and PYRRHA, on the marble steps leading to the portal^ 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 We know ourselves. 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 And love ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 And work as one ! 
 
 Divided by the Gods that portioned out 
 Parts of a single destiny to each, 
 Divided by the darkness of the race 
 That sees in fragments, and by highest Will, 
 Forerunning Time so far with prophecy 
 That even hope grows faint, and faith benumbed, 
 We stand united now ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Thou in design, 
 
 We in fulfilment ; what is Time, henceforth ? 
 I know thee as the Titan who defied 
 Man s violent Gods, defending Man s own right, 
 And who, foreseeing triumph in the end, 
 Hast never made surrender. What I am 
 Is thine : I am thy form of victory, 
 First kindled with the stolen fire of heaven, 
 To make all wisdom, worship, power, faith, joy, 
 And beauty, one ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 And thou, my daughter pure, 
 My Pyrrha, fear not thou that this shall be, 
 Till Woman owns her equal half of life, 
 And, following some supernal instinct, finds 
 Her half of Godhead ! 
 
158 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 T is not hers to doubt. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Once did we walk the earth unseen ; but now 
 Men pause, and with a holy, sweet surmise 
 Behold us dimly : Pyrrha, Deukalion 
 Grow dear to many an eye that looks afar, 
 And vanish in the nearness. Brother, thou, 
 Whose mind reversed interprets all the Past 
 And so o erlooks the Future, even as one 
 That scales a mount between two mighty vales, 
 Who readest thus Faith s awful secrets, thou 
 Art loved, and feared; but still our perfect day 
 Sleeps in the womb of an unrisen morn. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 (On the terrace below, singing?) 
 
 Where the arch of the rock is bended, 
 . Warm, and hid from the dew, 
 Slumber the sheep I tended, 
 
 All the sweet night through. 
 Never a wolf affrights them 
 
 Here, in the pasture s peace, 
 But the tender grass delights them, 
 
 And the shadows cool their fleece. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. jr 
 
 I blow, as a downy feather, 
 
 The sleep on my eyelids laid, 
 And rise in the twilight weather, 
 
 Between the glow and the shade. 
 Too blest the hour has made me 
 
 For a speech the tongue may know, 
 But my happy flute shall aid me, 
 
 And speak to my love below! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 These simple lives may own contentment now, 
 
 Unscared ; for happiness it is that gives 
 
 Sweet savor unto worship. Men, as trees, 
 
 Take from the elements their separate food 
 
 And grow in concord with the season s will, 
 
 Exempt not yet, unsheltered even as these 
 
 From fated evils, gnawing drouth at root, 
 
 Bough-shattering winds, the lightning s sudden spear, 
 
 And blackest ruin, when the forest s heart 
 
 Breaks in the vortex of the hurricane! 
 
 But each discerns his place, or, failing it, 
 
 Is gently guided, honors, in himself, 
 
 Symmetric health and noble appetites 
 
 He once insulted, hears the choric chant, 
 
 Unenvious of the singer s golden throat, 
 
 And smiles when Genius speaks, as who should say: 
 
 " He knows me, and his mighty words are mine." 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 {Singing in the valley. ] 
 
 Uncover the embers ! 
 With pine-cone and myrtle 
 My breath shall enkindle 
 
 The sacred Fire! 
 Arise through the stillness 
 My shepherd s blue signal, 
 And bear to his mountain 
 
 The valley s desire ! 
 The olive-tree bendeth ; 
 The grapes gather purple ; 
 The garden in sunshine 
 
 Is ripe to the core : 
 Then smile as thou sleepest, 
 His fruit and my blossom ; 
 There s peace in the chamber, 
 
 And song at the door! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 The suns of milder centuries must gild 
 
 The snow of this young marble, ere one block 
 
 Shah cap the pediment, and flash to heaven 
 
 Its finished glory! Oft the laborers 
 
 Shall pause, grown weary of the vast design; 
 
 Oft shall old apathy return, old strife 
 
 Shake like a chained volcano neath the sea; 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 161 
 
 But ere men change it, every stone shall turn 
 
 To adamant, or rise by hands of air! 
 
 As from the evangels of all races God 
 
 Begins to be, the tongues of every race, 
 
 Quiring a strain that silences the stars, 
 
 Alone can worship Him ! Not yet Earth hears 
 
 More than the quarriers and the builders hymns. 
 
 CHANT. 
 
 (From the opposite side.} 
 
 Fashion your chisels well 
 With the steel from a hero s hand, 
 
 Who conquered, as he fell, 
 The freedom of a land ! 
 
 Forge, out of chains that break, 
 Hammers and clamps alone ; 
 
 And cut from a martyr s stake 
 A wand to mete the stone ! 
 
 But sing, as ye work, a strain 
 Of joy and of triumph pure, 
 
 Of deeds that were not in vain, 
 And blessings that most endure, 
 
 As a hope and a happier grace 
 Round the lives of duty poured ; 
 
 And the stone shall find its place 
 In the Temple of the Lord ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Quick, fiery thrills, which only are not pangs 
 Because so warm and welcome, pierce my frame, 
 As were its airy substance suddenly 
 Clothed on with flesh ; the ichor in my veins 
 Begins to redden with the pulse of blood, 
 And, from the recognition of the eyes 
 That now behold me, something I receive 
 Of Man s incarnate beauty. Thou, as well, 
 Confessest this bright change : across thy cheeks 
 A faintest wild-rose color comes and goes, 
 And, on thy proud lips, Pyrrha, sits a flame ! 
 Oh, we are nearer! not suffice me now 
 The touch of marble hands, reliance cold, 
 And Destiny s pale promises of love; 
 But, clasping thee as mortal passion clasps 
 Bosom to bosom, let my being thus 
 Assure itself, and thine! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Thine eyes compel ; 
 
 Thy words are as a wind that bends me down, 
 And thou art beautiful as I to thee. 
 What holds me back? Is it that I perceive, 
 O Titan Mother, thy reproving face, 
 Immortal patience consecrates, and haste, 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 That pours too soon the beaker of the Gods, 
 Must ever trouble ? Aid me with thy words ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 Take counsel of thy heart ! The Gods themselves 
 Have seasons to rejoice; when happier eyes 
 Illume their ether, and unwonted lips 
 Meet, and their large refreshment falls on men. 
 Think what thou art, then follow thy desire ! 
 
 [PYRRHA muses a moment, then turns towards PRINCE DEUKALION. He 
 
 clasps her to his breast, and they kiss each other. 
 
 SCENE V. 
 
 [The Same.] 
 SPIRITS OF DAWN. 
 
 Hark ! has the Sun-god s Hour 
 Smitten her cymbals, dreaming him nigh ? 
 We are called by a sound, and sped by a power, 
 
 To break the sleep of the sky ! 
 
 ^Eolian echoes blow 
 From the fourfold realms of the air, 
 And a torch, not ours, with a mightier glow 
 
 Burns where the East is bare ! 
 
 We hasten, we scatter the cloud: 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 We quench the beam of the great white star; 
 
 But the paean is over-loud, 
 And the splendor comes from afar ! 
 
 It flushes our halls of rest, 
 
 As the sun were a rose in hue, 
 And it paints the Earth, as she bares her breast 
 
 To the emptied urns of the dew! 
 
 \SoundofjEolian harps; the face of Eos appears^ 
 EOS. 
 
 Is this mine Earth? 
 
 The many-headlanded, the temple-crowned, 
 Which the great purple sea so whispered round, 
 When earlier Gods had birth ? 
 Mine Earth, I loved so well, 
 Rejoiced in, as it welcomed me, 
 And fed with unexhausted hydromel, 
 While the young race was free! 
 I know its curving strands, 
 Its dimpling hollows, bosom-budding hills; 
 I scent large fragrance of the life that fills 
 
 The joined or parted lands. 
 Old hopes, and sweetest, burn again; 
 Old words are stammering on my tongue: 
 Was it your lips that kissed, Immortal Twain, 
 Or is Tithonus young? 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 As a gift unsought ; 
 
 As a joy unbought; 
 
 As a fair hope fed 
 
 From a hope that is dead ; 
 
 As a diadem set 
 
 When the brows forget, 
 
 O 
 
 Thou, the dearest, 
 Uncalled, appearest ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Eyes of hope, and promise-laden 
 
 Lips, that smile before they speak, 
 Are they thine, divinest Maiden, 
 
 Blushing morning from thy cheek ? 
 Unto prayer thy face denying, 
 Unto deed at last replying, 
 Linger near, and turn not from us 
 Present bliss and holier promise! 
 
 In the glory thou unfoldest, 
 
 Tranced with music of thy tongue, 
 Young is all that once was oldest, 
 
 Love and Faith and Will are young ! 
 Stay with us! thy smile assuages 
 Pangs bequeathed by weary ages, 
 And thine eyes are sweet forewarning 
 Of the world s eternal morning ! 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 G^EA. 
 
 The blushes of thy cheeks descend on me, 
 
 Thy glance is glorious upon my mountains : 
 
 I breathe in ampler wind and prouder sea, 
 
 And beat, strong-pulsed, thro mine unnumbered fountains. 
 
 Though filled with seeds of unimagined powers, 
 
 I cannot spare my beauty: now, from thee 
 
 Fresh silver stars the dewy-beaded flowers, 
 
 And rosy mists the fading forelands cover, 
 
 Until, far northward, thou dost pour 
 
 The rainbow s dust on every ice-built shore, 
 
 To make even sun-forgetting Death thy lover! 
 
 Am I not fair? yea, though thy face should bow 
 
 Thus near and fond, and find no child that knew thee: 
 
 But, having nursed Humanity as thou, 
 
 I feel what pure, prophetic rapture drew thee. 
 
 Stay thou with men; take not away thy hope, 
 
 The endless answer to an endless vow: 
 
 Touch only, here, the risen Temple s cope, 
 
 And every glen and darksome lowland alley 
 
 Shall hail it as a herald ray, 
 
 And wait in happier patience for the day 
 
 When morning s mountain-gold shall flood the valley! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Another must fulfil: 
 
 I am the promise, not the will. 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 Men dimly guess, through me, 
 
 The distant glories that may be, 
 Renewed, as each grows pale 
 
 In coming, through my roseate veil. 
 But, seeming o erpowered 
 
 When sunrise is strong, 
 Faith, Courage, Devotion, 
 
 My being prolong ! 
 I fade, for the coward ; 
 
 I flame, for the bold; 
 And noble emotion 
 
 My face shall behold. 
 I grow from their yearning 
 
 As they from my vision, 
 No longer the Eos 
 
 Of spaces Elysian, 
 But ever returning 
 
 With promise sublime, 
 First victor o er Chaos, 
 
 And last over Time! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 To the gracious heart of Woman and the love that fondly 
 
 bends, 
 Thou hast given the juster manhood that shelters it and 
 
 defends : 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 For the Man s immortal ardor and the breadth of his 
 
 soul s demand, 
 Thou hast set the woman beside him, and weaponed her 
 
 equal hand ; 
 
 As the palm by the palm in beauty, the female and the 
 male, 
 
 When the south-winds mix their blossoms, and the date- 
 sheaf cannot fail ; 
 
 For one is the glory of either, since the primal Fate be 
 gan 
 
 To guide to a single Future Earth s double-natured Man ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 (From the valleys.} 
 
 Mother, thy work hath blessed us! 
 Honored, we wear thy cestus ; 
 Honored, we lay it aside, 
 Crowned with the bliss of the bride; 
 Honored, we loose from eclipse, 
 Unto the sweetness of lips 
 Sweeter for innocent need, 
 Moons of the bosoms that feed! 
 Tender, for difference sake, 
 Serve us man s haughtier powers; 
 Strength from his being we take ; 
 But to restore it from ours! 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 In the kiss of our lips that reddened 
 
 With a perfect passion s dawn, 
 Met the bliss pure women yearn for, 
 And the noble truth men burn for, 
 When the youthful fancy is deadened, 
 But the human heart beats on ! 
 
 By the light of the dawn within them 
 
 Their weakness my children see, 
 And Self and its greeds are broken 
 By the longing that dares be spoken, 
 And the warmth of the deeds that win them 
 The courage to be free ! 
 
 Still shy is the best endeavor 
 
 That hath set its goal so high ; 
 
 But Good, when the heart betrays it, 
 
 And Love, by the lives that praise it, 
 
 Shall cradle the earth forever 
 
 In the arms of a happier sky ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 (From the valleys.} 
 
 We hear thee and know thee, Father! 
 As a flock the Shepherd leads, 
 
PRINCE DE UK A LION. 
 
 We follow to thy pastures 
 
 Of great and generous deeds. 
 Though suns to come may brand us 
 
 And sudden frosts may blight; 
 And Crime, the prowling were-wolf, 
 
 Steal on us in the night ; 
 Though Self, that builds unwearied, 
 
 May stain the purer will, 
 Or Apathy, slowly dying 
 
 Of his own mortal chill ; 
 Yet thou hast healing fountains 
 
 Replenished from above, 
 In heart, brain, soul, renewing 
 
 The triple strength of love! 
 Planted through all the ages 
 
 Thy trees shall yield us food, 
 And goldening for our harvest 
 
 Shall grow the natural Good! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Retrieve perverted destiny ! 
 T is this shall set your children free. 
 The forces of your race employ 
 To make sure heritage of joy ; 
 Yet feed, with every earthly sense, 
 Its heavenly coincidence, 
 That, as the garment of an hour; 
 This, as an everlasting power. 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALIGN. 
 
 For Life, whose source not here began, 
 Must fill the utmost sphere of Man, 
 And, so expanding, lifted be 
 Along the line of God s decree, 
 To find in endless growth all good, 
 In endless toil, beatitude. 
 Seek not to know Him ; yet aspire 
 As atoms toward the central fire ! 
 Not lord of race is He, afar, - 
 Of Man, or Earth, or any star, 
 But of the inconceivable All ; 
 Whence nothing that there is can fall 
 Beyond Him, but may nearer rise, 
 Slow-circling through eternal skies. 
 His larger life ye cannot miss, 
 In gladly, nobly using this. 
 Now, as a child in April hours 
 Clasps tight its handful of first flowers, 
 Homeward, to meet His purpose, go ! 
 These things are all ye need to know. 
 
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