THE RED STAR. 
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And thou, his languid lover,  
Sank back into the arms of Zeus  
With thine head hanging loose,  
And the long curls adrip  
With the dew oozing from his lip. 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
So !  unto Thee !  Come hither,  
Child !  You must pass before  
Unto the land where all flowers wither  
And the sea hath never a shore. 
 
2ND SATYR 
 
Ha !  he hath dashed the babe to die, 
And caught his first convulsive sigh. 
With a fierce kiss biting into his lips, 
As a storm-fiend tears the reeling ships. 
His fingers clutch the golden hair. 
The head goes back, and the neck is bare. 
Now for the sweep of the steel ! 
 
IST SATYR 
 
Pan !  Pan !