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…was perfect love. Auicia, You love me then, not her? (Crassus. Indeed I do. Aucia, ‘Swear me the oath anew! Crassus. I swear to love you till the world shall end. 2
…ls desire. Black smoke thou art, © altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart. I see her still— Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will. "
…s the blacksmith hammeringa flute. Crassus. Oh love, love, kiss me! Aurcta. I will forge a ring Of bloom of blood-kisses upon your neck, Till it is like a garden of roses in late spring. Crassus. “Soft, and stung softly, fairer for a fleck.” Auicra. O marvellous nation! Vanity, dullness, slobber, and quotation! Crassus. Why do you love me if you scorn me so? 26
…aphanous gossamer Subtly revealing her Brave breast of pearl! Now—she's withdrawn At dusk to the wild woods, Mystic beatitudes That dure till dawn. Let life exclaim Against these things of spirit, Mankind that disinherit Of love's pure fiame! [He bends before the altar and begins to weep. Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer. All things at odds Shalt be put straight— Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed child Of some far Fate! [4 curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, and Axscia advanc…
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 aga…
…k of the slave, the dawn of a friend? Crassus. Freedom is thine for the skill and the will. Auicia. The skil! is mine—but the will lies still, Still as the earth that dare not stir Till the kiss of the sun awaken her! Crassus. Yet at these secrets and riddles? Behold! I can fill thy lap with a harvest of gold. Aurea. Yet all the gold you could give to me Would fall at my feet when I rose to be free. 14