THE GOD-EATER
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CRIOSDA. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white :
Blaze in immaculate glory to the stars ;
Its splendour of itself, since all is dark
About, above. Thereon a countless folk,
Multitudes many-coloured, grave and tall,
Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move,
In infinite musical labyrinths about.
Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them
The light of wisdom doth inform, them
peace
Hath marked and sealed her own.
their lips
Is one imagined silence like a sigh.
Unanimous the hushéd harmony
Flows forth from heart to mouth; and
mouths bloom red
With ripe and royal repetition ; kisses
Flow like thick honey-drops in honeysuckle.
That is their worship.
RupHa. Whom then worship they?
But on
CRIOSDA. Maurya !
[Recalled to himself, he percetves the
meaning of this; with a great cry
breaks forward and stands before
the throne, ratses himself up and
says tn triumph and knowledge of
peace.
Then—I have lived !
[Reaches out his hand towards the
enthroned mummy.
Maurya !
[With the last terrible cry he collapses,
and falls dead with his head on
Maurya’s &nees.
RupHA. As it was in the beginning, is
now, and ever shall be: world with-
out end.
[She deliberately breaks her staff in
her hands. The report is sharp
and very loud, like a pistol shot.
CURTAIN.