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…im for the golden flame Burning about him!) moving hitherward. But I took horse and hasted, since reward May greet such tidings, and for joy to see Your joy exceed my joy. MEDEA. Reward indeed Awaits thee from such folk as us, who stand
…I have no strength. MEDEA. Beware the third, the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And saddened with a smile; The sun’s laugh in the curving blue Lasts but a little while.
…ll our friends how happy was the quest. MEDEA. But not those strains of music, though divine From Orpheus’ wingéd lyre, exalt at all Our joy to joy, beyond all music’s power! CHORUS. I fear Aeetes and the Pelian guile. JASON. Fear is but failure, herald of distress! MEDEA, What virtue lives there in the coward’s heart? CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, like a mist, steals softly from the East. The hand of darkness gathers up the folds Of day’s gold garment, and the valleys sink Into slow sadness, though the hills re…
…ne fire of all fire, We have the Races and the Games, The song, the chisel, and the lyre; We have the altar, we the shrine, And ours the joy of love and wine. Why take one pleasure, put aside The myriad bliss of life diverse? Unchanging joy will soon divide Into the likeness of a curse. Have we no maidens, slender, strong, Daughters of tender-throated song? I swear by Aphrodite’s eyes Our Grecian maids are fairer far! What love as sweet as theirs is lies
…. ALCESTIS. Canst thou do anything? MEDEA. Nothing. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! CHORUS. Ai Ai! Ai Ai! JASON. What! Shall the hunter find his joy abroad, And sorrow in his house? MEDEA. Thy very hearth Polluted with the old man’s blood! ACASTUS. What blood? Answer me, woman!
ACTUS SECUNDUS Till the Three Worlds flicker and falter, And life and her love be dead! In mysterious joy Awake—and destroy! JASON. It is enough! HERACLES. Too great for a god’s strength! THESEUS. Speak! CASTOR. Change! Not to be borne! POLLUX. But this is death! ORPHEUS, Let the light fade. The oracle is past. JASON. The Voice is past. We are alive again. ORPHEUS. What spake That Silence? HERACLES. “This is not a quest Where strength availeth aught.” I shall not go. JASON. Nay, brother. The voice was: “The end is sorrow!”
…he sound of the hammer and steel! The song of the level and line! The whirr of the whistling wheel! The ring of the axe on the pine! The joy of the ended labour, As the good ship plunges free By sound of pipe and tabor To front the sparkling sea! The mystery-woven spell! The voyage of golden gain! The free full sails that swell On the swell of the splendid main!
…n you. WOMEN. Not so, great Jason! Had I suffered much, My spirit had been broken to the scourge. Now, being strong and happy, with what joy I cry: Evohe! Revolution! I have grown weary of this tiresome peace. JASON. I promise you intense unhappiness. WOMEN, Here is the ugly monster! Out! To think
…A. I hear a harsh noise like some ancient crone Muttering curses. JASON. Now I hear a song. ’Tis like some shape of sleep that moans for joy, Some bridal sob of love! MEDEA. O Son of God! My poet, swiftly leap the live lyre forth! Else we are all enchanted—yet to me This song is nowise lovely. But in him I note the live look of the eyes leap up, And all his love for me forgotten straight At the mere echo of that tune. ORPHEUS. Hark, friends! Aea’s tune—my Colchian harbour-song! I hear the waters faint and far, And look to where the Polar Star, …
…ur of the Gods, Begotten hardly of Heaven! Unspoken treasure of the abodes Beyond the lightning levin! No misery, no despair may pay The joy to hold thee for a day! JASON. Athena’s servant recks not much of Ares. PELIAS, Are thine eyes kindled at the golden thought? JASON. * Mine eyes see farther than the Fleece of Gold. PELIAS. What heroes can attain so fair a thing? JASON. I have some friends who would esteem this quest
…preme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain, Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truth. Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold.
…ht the notes Glimmer across the sea. MEDEA. They sing, they sing! PARTHENOPE. O mortal, tossed on life’s unceasing ocean, Whose waves of joy and sorrow never cease, Eternal change—one changeless thing, commotion ! Even in death no hint of calm and peace!— Here is the charm, the life-assuaging potion, Here is a better home for thee than Greece! Come, lover, to my deep, soft, sleepy breast! Here is thy rest! O mortal, sad is life! But in my kisses Thou may’st forget its fever-parchéd thirst. Age, death, and sorrow fade in slender blisses: My swoo…
…eet To age looks fearful. Also I have wept— Alas! how often !—and repented me Of those unkingly deeds whereby I gained This throne whose joy is turned to bitterness, I will make peace with thee, and justice still Shall have a home and shrine in Thessaly. Be patient notwithstanding! Prove thyself Valiant and wise—and reign here! If in sooth An aged counsellor, whose reverend hair Commands a hearing, may assist at all,