Orpheus

Workers Titanic, I know your courses. By fury and panic, By Dis and his horses, Come forth! I invoke ye, volcanoes, arise from your cavernous sources! THE VOLCANOES The Hephestian hammer on the anvil of hell, In the hollows accurst, Falls for the knell Of the children of earth. By the strength of our fires, The fierce force of our sires, Let us roar, let us burst! By the wrath of our birth, Up! and boil over in rivers of lava! Uncover! Uncover! ORPHEUS Lift up thine amber Lithe limber limbs, Lissome that clamber Like god-reaching hymns ; The flame in its chamber Of glory that swims, The spirit and shape of the fire, mine eyes with fine dew that bedims ! 35