Orpheus

They tremble to hear me, The powers of the fire. Come near me to cheer me! Be near and inspire! Be strength in my heart and good courage, and speed in the single desire ! ) The fire knows its master! They flicker and flare, Dread dogs of disaster, Wild slaves of despair. Faster and faster— My soul is aware Of a sound that is dimmer and duller, wide wings adrift of the air. Their forces that wander No God-voice know they! Their bridals they squander! Unknown is their way! The sky’s heart? beyond her Sweet bosom they stray. Shall these then obey me and hear? . Shall the tameless ones hear and obey? From secretest places Whence darkness is drawn, Where terrible faces Enkindle the dawn, 38