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1903 · PDF PAGE 10

The God-Eater

…rya, startled, looks up and half rises. Then sits again, with a strange sweet smile of innocence and tenderness.]| Criospa [ Lower.] The world is borne upon thy breast Even as the rose. Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repose More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn ! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn ! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtler throes Than love’s or life’…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 12

The God-Eater

…catches him; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the god…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 34

The God-Eater

…ible cry he collapses, and falls ' dead with his head on Maurya’s knees.| Rupna. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be : world without end. [She deliberately breaks her staff in her hands. The report is sharp and very loud, like a pistol shot.| CurRTAIN, ¢ R. CLAY AND SONS, LTD., BREAD ST. HILL, E.C., AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.

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1903 · PDF PAGE 25

The God-Eater

…nks anticipation o’ the event Shoots in my veins, darting delight. Why, this is strange ! I am losing myself. Criosda ! The walls of the world fall back with a crash. Where is all this? Iam out of myself: I expand. O Maurya, where art thou, little phantom of myriads of agesago? What a memory! Ah, Ah! She is falling. [Maurya staggers. Criospa, who has been watching her narrowly, catches her and lays her tenderly on the altar.| Oh, what happiness, what happiness! Criosda, dear brother, how I love you ! I wish to sleep for ever—I wish to die ! [Cr…

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