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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
I too have died to Pan, and he 
Hath begotten upon me 
A secret wonder that must wait 
For the hour of the falling of thy fate, 
Nineteen centuries shalt thou 
Plague earth with that agonizing brow, 
And then that age of sordid strife 
Give place to the aeon of love and life. 
 
A lion shall rise and swallow thee, 
Bringing back life into Arcady. 
So strong shall he roar that the worlds shall quake 
And the waters under the heaven break, 
That the earth, of thy father’s hate accurst, 
Shall be greener and gladder than at first. 
 
ISSA 
 
I shall endure then, if the Ultimate 
Be reached through the black fate. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Let that sustain thee — yet this hour 
I put forth all my torture-power