Household Gods

Crassus. Pan spoke. Autcra. Pan never speaks till man is dumb, And only then if he be like a child Silently curled within its mother's womb, Or feeding at her breast. There is a wild Way also—when his dumbness is of death, And there’s a first and second death. Remember To die so that no god's or ange!’s breath May quicken into life the wasted ember! Crassus. lam dead now. Auta. But I must raise you up. The night grows darker; all Pan's light is gone, And you and I are pledged to sup Upon a secret. Crassus. All your secret shone. [She laughs again. Auicta. Oh, when you know it! But you must divine Adela’s shrine. 3