Save the all-seeing Gods, who, knowing good And knowing evil, have created me Such as I am, and filled me with desire Fever of the heart and brain, VIII. IN THE GARDEN. EPIMETHEUS. THE storm is past, but it hath left behind it Ruin and desolation. All the walks Are strewn with shattered boughs; the birds are silent; The flowers, downtrodden by the wind, lie dead; The swollen rivulet sobs with secret pain, The melancholy reeds whisper together As if some dreadful deed had been committed They dare not name, and all the air is heavy With an unspoken sorrow! Premonitions, Foreshadowings of some terrible disaster Oppress my heart. Ye Gods, avert the omen ! PANDORA, coming from the house. Of knowing good and evil like them-O Epimetheus, I no longer dare selves. To lift mine eyes to thine, nor hear thy CHORUS OF DREAMS FROM THE GATE What hast thou done? OF HORN. EPIMETHEUS. Thy pallor and thy silence terrify me ! PANDORA. I have brought wrath and ruin on thy house! My heart hath braved the oracle that guarded The fatal secret from us, and my hand EPIMETHEUS. Then all is lost! I am indeed undone. PANDORA. That made me brave the oracle, revolts EPIMETHEUS. Youth, hope, and love: Even now in passing through the garden Upon the ground I saw a fallen nest I pray for punishment, and not for par- Busy in building a new habitation. don. Mine is the fault, not thine. On me Auspicious omen! shall fall THE HANGING OF THE CRANE. I. THE lights are out, and gone are all the guests That thronging came with merriment and jests To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane into the night are In the new house, O fortunate, O happy day, When a new household finds its place So said the guests in speech and song, II. AND now I sit and muse on what may be, And in my vision see, or seem to see, Through floating vapors interfused with light, Shapes indeterminate, that gleam and fade, As shadows passing into deeper shade For two alone, there in the hall, They want no guests, to come between The great, forgotten world outside; Each other's own best company. Seated, I see the two again, With face as round as is the moon ; Are these celestial manners? these IV. As one who walking in a forest sees A lovely landscape through the parted trees, |