With an unspoken sorrow: Premonitions, Foreshadowings of some terrible disaster Oppress my heart. Ye Gods, avert the omen! EPIMETHEUS. Mine is the fault, not thine. Оп me shall fall The vengeance of the Gods, for I Their secret when, in evil hour, It was a secret; when, in evil PANDORA, coming from the house. Being no longer worthy of thy love. Why did I leave thee? 590 Why didst thou return? Eternal absence would have been to me The greatest punishment. To be left alone And face to face with my own crime, had been Just retribution. Upon me, ye Gods, I pray for death, not pardon. Let all your vengeance fall! I dare not speak of it. And cannot be undone. Thy very that guarded Making it less a worship than be fore. PANDORA. Pity me not; pity is degradation. The fatal secret from us, and my Love me and kill me. I am a woman; And the insurgent demon in my nature, I pray for punishment, and not for That made me brave the oracle already PANDORA. Me let them punish. Only through punishment of our evil deeds, Only through suffering, are we reconciled To the immortal Gods and to ourselves. CHORUS OF THE EUMENIDES. Unquenched our torches glare, Send forth prophetic sounds before they smite. Never by lapse of time The soul defaced by crime 630 Busy in building a new habitation. Into its former self returns again; For every guilty deed Of retribution and undying pain. Never shall be the loss Hath purified them with his hea venly fires; Then what was lost is won, And the new life begun, 641 Kindled with nobler passions and desires. Quickens its current as it nears the mill; VII And so the stream of Time that After a day of cloud and wind and rain lingereth In level places, and so dull ap- Sometimes the setting sun breaks And now, like the magician's Then like a ruby from the horizon's The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright, The house is full of life and light; It is the Golden Wedding day. The guests come thronging in once more, Quick footsteps sound along the floor, The trooping children crowd the stair, And in and out and everywhere Moon Is drumming with his silver spoon; The light of love shines Ove all. O fortunate, O happy day! The people sing, the people say. The ancient bridegroom and the bride, |