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…ill understand. You are bound ‘To Adela within the portico, ‘To me upon this ground. By day, in life, adore the Lares, mant By night, in death, make offering to Pan! Can you cut day from night by any endeavour? If so, both life and death were lost for ever. Come, the stream steepens. Crassus. This road leads to hell. Anicta. The way to heaven is shorter. Crassus. Who can tell? ALICIA. I have measured it. Crassus. You, girl? Aurcta. It is not hard. Crassvs. ‘What did you make the height of it? 33 c
1912 · PDF PAGE 28
… 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
1912 · PDF PAGE 36
…f with you, foul — Aurcta. ‘Well? Crassus. I'll swim and stab them. The black mouth ofhell ‘Yawns for their murder. Autcta. Tl be at the death. Dive then; but softly. Scarcely draw your breath. 39
1912 · PDF PAGE 31
…to invoke him by the name Zagreust A Faun (Passing among the trees). ‘Ye thought me a lamb With a crown of thorns: Lam royal, a ram With death in my horns. So mild and soft And feminine, H#
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
…t what is this? I cannot bear it. Aurcra. Ail Uhu! Uhul It is my heart; this arrow strikes me through. Stir not one muscle for a moment. Death! You beast, you kill me with your urgent breath. Crassus. © how I love you! [He moves violently. 24
1912 · PDF PAGE 26
Aticta. Only as is the graven image of death ‘Which men call life, and ignorantly adore! Crassus. Spare me! I cannot bear you more. Aurcia. Then will I drown you. Lock your fingers fast In mine, and fet our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and …
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
…he march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the veil withdraws And man looks on his god, on the Causeless Cause. Still, stilt, Under the hill! The hunter is dead—this is the kill! ge