12 ARGONAUTAE
All storm and sunlight, star and season, cease
Here is thy peace.
O mortal, sad is love! But my dominion
Extends beyond love’s ultimate abode.
Eternity itself is but a minion,
Lighting my way on the untravelled road.
Gods shelter ’neath one shadow of my pinion.
Thou only tread the path none else hath trode!
Come, lover, in my breast all blooms above,
Here is thy love!
MEDEA.
My poet, now! The one song in the world!
ORPHEUS.
Above us on the mast is spread
The splendour of the fleece!
Before us, Argive maidens tread
The glowing isles of Greece!
Behind us, fear and toil are dead:
Below, the breakers cease!
The Holy Light is on my head—
My very name is Peace!
The water’s music moves; and swings
The sea’s eternal breast.
The wind above us whistles, rings,
And wafts us to the West.