Orpheus

Ant. B ORPHEUS Mother, I have lain, half dead, half slumbering, Curtained in Eurydice her hair; Clothed in serpent kisses, souls outnumbering _ Dewdrops flung in spray through air. I have lain and watched the night diminish, Fade and fall into the arms of day, Caring not if earth itself should finish, Caring only if my lover stay ; Listening to her breathing, Laughing, lover-weaving All the silken gold and glory of her head, Kissing as if time Forgot its steeps to climb, Made eternity’s, one with all the dead. Sirny CALLIOPE Listen, then listen, O Thracian ! Oeager lay on the lea: I, from my heavenly station ; I, from my house of creation, Stooped, as a mortal to be Passionate, mother and bride ; Flashed on wide wing to his side, Caught him and drew him to me. 27