THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
69 
Of all fair Ida, thou hast sealed my bliss ! ” 
Then with one long intense unpitying kiss 
Pressed on her bosom, he arose and swore 
By heaven and earth and all the seas that roar 
And stars that sing, by rivers and fresh flood, 
By his own essence, by his body and blood, 
To lay his godhead down, till night drew nigh, 
To be a mortal till the vesper cry 
Of dying breezes.  So the morning past 
And found them linked inexorably fast 
Each in the other’s arms.  Their lips are wed 
To drink the breezes from the fountain-head 
Of lovers’ breath.  Now Zeus half rises up, 
Sips once again from that moon-curvéd cup, 
And, in his passion gazing on the flower, 
Darker and riper for Love’s perfect hour, 
His clear voice through the silent atmosphere 
Burst rich and musical upon her ear. 
 
 
SONG OF ZEUS 
 
O rosy star 
Within thy sky of ebony shot through 
With hints of blue 
More golden and more far