APOLLO IN PHERAE

Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios!I was a God. I am a God. I tendAdmetos' flocks upon the meek green earth,And sun-fires course in all the veins of me.I watch mild sheep a-browse in tame, sweet pasturesOr dipping in quiet waters. YesterdayI blazed the heavenly arc from east to west;Men saw me pinnacled on the crest of noonCrown'd with celestial flame ...Asklepios!To-day the discrown'd gold of my hair is strewnIn the green lap of grasses, my bowed browLeans on the good strong shoulder of the earthEven as a stricken mortal's might, that seeksHis comfortable mother in his grief.Earth, earth, what flower from seed wilt thou put forthFed by the waters of mine eyes, that mostShoot lightnings? dews wrung from the Sun-god's eyes,Divinely wrathful, mortally unhappy!Asklepios! my son! Asklepios!I am a God. Admetos is a King.The God came to the King's doors overnightAnd knocked and was admitted; and the KingKnew me and asked my will."To be thy servantThroughout a year of days," I answered him."Phœbus-Apollo, how shall this thing be?"I said: "I slew a smith, a monstrous clod,Not God or mortal, one that had done evil.I am the avenger of evil among the Gods,For this one and for that I have stretched my bowAnd winged my arrow through the heart of Wrong;But this was evil done unto myself,And Vengeance wore the sleek face of Advantage,Wherefor Zeus robs me of my Godhead, King,And I will be thy shepherd for a year."He stood half wonderstruck, half shamed-protesting,But I bade him bring me out among his flocksAnd speak no more."I will have peace," I said."Fear not, and bid thy people not to fear;For I am worn with too much strife and passion,And no more hurt shall come from that I do.Thou shalt not suffer by this term of service,But see thy lands grow rich and bountiful,And where thou lov'st I'll win thy love for thee,And life shall prosper with thee,"Life is sweet!Make it not too sweet, God, lest when death comeIt look more bitter than my soul can bear.""Even death, Admetos, I'll delay for thee.Now, peace! I am done with vengeance for a space."Thus I am come again upon the earthEven as a common man ...Asklepios!The people eye me timidly, and dareNot consort with the God they may not worship.Even so it was in those first days of lifeWhen I was a boy in Delos with my Mother,And only half aware I was a God.O this unconquerable lonelinessThat binds the crown of Godhead on our brows!Yet easier the aloofness of the peopleThan the familiar face of the half-God Pan.I met in the woods the brute-divinity,Who fleered an impudent hoof, a satyr-smileLicking his lips:"What, Helios! is the sunDebased to something lower than the earth?What! are we two, I of the beast's grain, thouThe delicate, disdainful spirit of flame,The seed of mischief and the seed of Zeus,Brought equal at the last? Nay, is the beastSun's master, Helios? Shepherds are my subjects.I do not sway high kingdoms of the air—I drag my hoofs in the clay. I do not fashionSongs for the stars upon a golden lyre—I (as did Marsyas, ha?) scrape out rough tunesOn common reeds. I am not beautiful,I have not eyes like June-blue heavens on fire,Nor hair filched from the harvest of the sun,Nor a white matchless shape, supple and swiftAnd strong and splendid. I am an earthy thing,Half goat and half coarse boor, not fit to touchThe sun's moon-sister—(yet, who knows? who knows!Let her keep watch on Latmos how she willAbove the slumbers of her pretty shepherd!)No, Pan is not as Helios! Helios isA shepherd, sister'd by a shepherd's wanton,And Pan's a King, and shepherds are his subjects!"Zeus, did it feed thy pride on proud Olympos,Did it pleasure thee to hear the brutish God,The disgustful animal we chafe to nameA God even as ourselves, thus flout thy son?Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios!Doomed to the solitariness of greatnessWe watch, we lonely Gods on shrouded heights,The careful, padded steps, the little lives,The little trivial lives of men and womenThat fear our anger and entreat our favour;And while we are indifferent all is well,And if we rise to hate all is not ill,But when we stoop to meet uplifted eyesOf bright aspiring fools that will not chooseTo tread life's inconspicuous middle ways—O, when we love we bring our lov'd ones woeI had a son, his name was Phaeton.Could he be of my being and not be proud?He was all inspiration, and he mountedUp to the highest and reached his hands for the sunAnd shouted: "I will light the fires in heaven!"But he was three-parts man to one-part God,So men and Gods shrugged his brief blaze of gloryInto extinction ... Thus I lost my son,Phaeton, killed thro' overmuch ambition.I had a son, his name was Orpheus.Could he be of my being and not love?His love was rooted deeplier than Hell.He said: "I will pluck back my love from HellTho' it upheave all Hell in the plucking." WhenHe failed, being one-part man to three-parts God,He chose the swift way to regain his loveAnd died a vile death ... Thus I lost my son,Orpheus, killed thro' too great love and longing.I had a son. He was Asklepios,Could he be of my being and notknow?His wisdom girdled life and death in one;Life smiled on him, because he smiled on deathAnd said: "Life is less conquerable than death."He said: "I will reverse the word of death."He said: "I will make the dead to live again."Two days ago Asklepios lived ...The KingOf the nether-world, that wears the face of nightAnd hates me, wearing day's face, called on Zeus:"This mortal steals upon my sovereignty,Stands brazen champion for the world of flesh,Determines souls that waver towards the Styx—Worse! hales the souls back from beyond the Styx,Bringing the dead to life. This is more craft,Brother, than we may suffer in a man.Shall he with careless finger sway at willThe Balance of Destiny? Avenge me, Zeus!"A Cyclops forged a thunder-bolt for Zeus,And, black-browed, Zeus did launch it ... Thus I lostMy son Asklepios, killed thro' too much knowledge.Asklepios! my dead Asklepios!Let the dark King of Stygia howl for aidTo Olympos! I am King of Heaven and askNo aid! I wreak my vengeance for myself.I rose up in the wrath of my bereavementAnd set an arrow to the silver bowThat none save I can bend, and let it fly.I might not slay the wielder of the bolt,But I did slay the forger of the bolt.And when I saw the Cyclops pierced and deadI came to Zeus and told him of my deed:"Father, 'gainst whom my bow was never turned,Father, that hast destroyed thine own son's son,I defy thy doing and have destroyed thy tool."Then while the Gods stood all aghast, Zeus spake:"Go from among this immortal companyWhich thou hast sinned against in daring soTo sin againstmethat am the head of all,And learn to quell thy too fierce spirit, learnTo teach thy riotous blood obedience,Serving the sons of men one year of days.Go hence! thou art not of us for twelve moons."I nothing said, and went. For when we GodsRevolt among ourselves the end is near,And Zeus must levy justice as he will.Asklepios! my dead Asklepios!Had an hundred bolts been forged instead of oneI had slain an hundred Cyclops for thy sakeAnd suffered an hundred years of degradation!Earth that receivest my body for a space,I first saw light upon thee. Comfort me,And tame a little the untamed blood in me.Better will I endure to learn of theeThan of the envious Gods, whom this disgraceServes for a secret feast to glut their hearts on.For we have loved each other, thou and I,And I have belted thee with golden arms,And I have claspt thee daily with hot kisses,And felt thee leap and pulse and answer to meLike a shy maid grown bold and glad with love.There's that in the core of thee that is so kinTo the core of me, it holds us twain inseverable,Tho' from a billion blue-gold caverns of airTranslucent waves of space roll up an ocean'Twixt earth and sun: our hearts beat time together.My sister of the spheres has no such powerTo quicken thee, be lov'd of thee and love thee.She rains down light like argent snows; and thou,Part shadow'd, part-illumin'd, wholly chill'd,Submitt'st thyself to call her queen, who asksNo ardent service of thee, earth, as I do.Yet, chaste twin-sister, we were of one birth;Thy veins run all the silver, mine the gold.What marvel Leto had nine days labour of us,Strenuously thus disparting snow from flame,To give the Gods one daughter all pure ice,One son all perfect fire?...O Thunderer!That spark of immortal fire which, pregnant in her,Evolved into my Godhead, issuèdOut ofthyGodhead; my humiliationIs thy humiliation, Zeus! I standSupremest in thy shining progeny:I am thy glittering symbol fix'd in heavenTo draw the dazed, adoring eyes of men:I am thy arm of vengeance, I the handBestowing thy good gifts: I am thy VoiceOf mystic prophecy and divinationThro' which thou keep'st thy fingers on men's souls.Daughters and sons thou hast whose attributes,This one by twisty cunning, this by loveToo often base, this by remorseless carnageNot bearing the high name of vengeance, theseBy the insidious lusts of gold and wine,Serve to express thee to the bodies of men;But I express thee to the ghost in them,For there is none whose vesture is like mineWeft only of the spirit's highest tissues,So that the world beholding thee thro' meBeholds thee at thy zenith, and exaltedOut of the flesh struggles to sense an instantThe music, fire and essence of Olympos.This Thunderer, wilt thou smirch? More dim, more dimThan the imperial spark thou quenchest in meThou mak'st thy imperial fires whence I did spring,The fount of us so indissolubleThat what shames thee shames me.Earth, is this vengeance?Nay, I see clearer. Rest unstained of me,Thou God that art the father of my being.The spirit of me, which isThou, makes cause with theeAgainst me. We must be inviolableOr men will point their fingers—when We fall.Asklepios! farewell, Asklepios!Earth, I will serve on thee my year of daysNor chafe beneath them like a petulant boy.Ay, tho' Zeus force my Godhead into bondsI will yet bear my bondage like a God.

Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios!

I was a God. I am a God. I tendAdmetos' flocks upon the meek green earth,And sun-fires course in all the veins of me.I watch mild sheep a-browse in tame, sweet pasturesOr dipping in quiet waters. YesterdayI blazed the heavenly arc from east to west;Men saw me pinnacled on the crest of noonCrown'd with celestial flame ...Asklepios!To-day the discrown'd gold of my hair is strewnIn the green lap of grasses, my bowed browLeans on the good strong shoulder of the earthEven as a stricken mortal's might, that seeksHis comfortable mother in his grief.Earth, earth, what flower from seed wilt thou put forthFed by the waters of mine eyes, that mostShoot lightnings? dews wrung from the Sun-god's eyes,Divinely wrathful, mortally unhappy!

I was a God. I am a God. I tend

Admetos' flocks upon the meek green earth,

And sun-fires course in all the veins of me.

I watch mild sheep a-browse in tame, sweet pastures

Or dipping in quiet waters. Yesterday

I blazed the heavenly arc from east to west;

Men saw me pinnacled on the crest of noon

Crown'd with celestial flame ...

Asklepios!

To-day the discrown'd gold of my hair is strewn

In the green lap of grasses, my bowed brow

Leans on the good strong shoulder of the earth

Even as a stricken mortal's might, that seeks

His comfortable mother in his grief.

Earth, earth, what flower from seed wilt thou put forth

Fed by the waters of mine eyes, that most

Shoot lightnings? dews wrung from the Sun-god's eyes,

Divinely wrathful, mortally unhappy!

Asklepios! my son! Asklepios!I am a God. Admetos is a King.The God came to the King's doors overnightAnd knocked and was admitted; and the KingKnew me and asked my will."To be thy servantThroughout a year of days," I answered him."Phœbus-Apollo, how shall this thing be?"I said: "I slew a smith, a monstrous clod,Not God or mortal, one that had done evil.I am the avenger of evil among the Gods,For this one and for that I have stretched my bowAnd winged my arrow through the heart of Wrong;But this was evil done unto myself,And Vengeance wore the sleek face of Advantage,Wherefor Zeus robs me of my Godhead, King,And I will be thy shepherd for a year."He stood half wonderstruck, half shamed-protesting,But I bade him bring me out among his flocksAnd speak no more."I will have peace," I said.

Asklepios! my son! Asklepios!

I am a God. Admetos is a King.

The God came to the King's doors overnight

And knocked and was admitted; and the King

Knew me and asked my will.

"To be thy servant

Throughout a year of days," I answered him.

"Phœbus-Apollo, how shall this thing be?"

I said: "I slew a smith, a monstrous clod,

Not God or mortal, one that had done evil.

I am the avenger of evil among the Gods,

For this one and for that I have stretched my bow

And winged my arrow through the heart of Wrong;

But this was evil done unto myself,

And Vengeance wore the sleek face of Advantage,

Wherefor Zeus robs me of my Godhead, King,

And I will be thy shepherd for a year."

He stood half wonderstruck, half shamed-protesting,

But I bade him bring me out among his flocks

And speak no more.

"I will have peace," I said.

"Fear not, and bid thy people not to fear;For I am worn with too much strife and passion,And no more hurt shall come from that I do.Thou shalt not suffer by this term of service,But see thy lands grow rich and bountiful,And where thou lov'st I'll win thy love for thee,And life shall prosper with thee,"Life is sweet!Make it not too sweet, God, lest when death comeIt look more bitter than my soul can bear.""Even death, Admetos, I'll delay for thee.Now, peace! I am done with vengeance for a space."Thus I am come again upon the earthEven as a common man ...Asklepios!

"Fear not, and bid thy people not to fear;

For I am worn with too much strife and passion,

And no more hurt shall come from that I do.

Thou shalt not suffer by this term of service,

But see thy lands grow rich and bountiful,

And where thou lov'st I'll win thy love for thee,

And life shall prosper with thee,

"Life is sweet!

Make it not too sweet, God, lest when death come

It look more bitter than my soul can bear."

"Even death, Admetos, I'll delay for thee.

Now, peace! I am done with vengeance for a space."

Thus I am come again upon the earth

Even as a common man ...

Asklepios!

The people eye me timidly, and dareNot consort with the God they may not worship.Even so it was in those first days of lifeWhen I was a boy in Delos with my Mother,And only half aware I was a God.O this unconquerable lonelinessThat binds the crown of Godhead on our brows!Yet easier the aloofness of the peopleThan the familiar face of the half-God Pan.I met in the woods the brute-divinity,Who fleered an impudent hoof, a satyr-smileLicking his lips:"What, Helios! is the sunDebased to something lower than the earth?What! are we two, I of the beast's grain, thouThe delicate, disdainful spirit of flame,The seed of mischief and the seed of Zeus,Brought equal at the last? Nay, is the beastSun's master, Helios? Shepherds are my subjects.I do not sway high kingdoms of the air—I drag my hoofs in the clay. I do not fashionSongs for the stars upon a golden lyre—I (as did Marsyas, ha?) scrape out rough tunesOn common reeds. I am not beautiful,I have not eyes like June-blue heavens on fire,Nor hair filched from the harvest of the sun,Nor a white matchless shape, supple and swiftAnd strong and splendid. I am an earthy thing,Half goat and half coarse boor, not fit to touchThe sun's moon-sister—(yet, who knows? who knows!Let her keep watch on Latmos how she willAbove the slumbers of her pretty shepherd!)No, Pan is not as Helios! Helios isA shepherd, sister'd by a shepherd's wanton,And Pan's a King, and shepherds are his subjects!"

The people eye me timidly, and dare

Not consort with the God they may not worship.

Even so it was in those first days of life

When I was a boy in Delos with my Mother,

And only half aware I was a God.

O this unconquerable loneliness

That binds the crown of Godhead on our brows!

Yet easier the aloofness of the people

Than the familiar face of the half-God Pan.

I met in the woods the brute-divinity,

Who fleered an impudent hoof, a satyr-smile

Licking his lips:

"What, Helios! is the sun

Debased to something lower than the earth?

What! are we two, I of the beast's grain, thou

The delicate, disdainful spirit of flame,

The seed of mischief and the seed of Zeus,

Brought equal at the last? Nay, is the beast

Sun's master, Helios? Shepherds are my subjects.

I do not sway high kingdoms of the air—

I drag my hoofs in the clay. I do not fashion

Songs for the stars upon a golden lyre—

I (as did Marsyas, ha?) scrape out rough tunes

On common reeds. I am not beautiful,

I have not eyes like June-blue heavens on fire,

Nor hair filched from the harvest of the sun,

Nor a white matchless shape, supple and swift

And strong and splendid. I am an earthy thing,

Half goat and half coarse boor, not fit to touch

The sun's moon-sister—(yet, who knows? who knows!

Let her keep watch on Latmos how she will

Above the slumbers of her pretty shepherd!)

No, Pan is not as Helios! Helios is

A shepherd, sister'd by a shepherd's wanton,

And Pan's a King, and shepherds are his subjects!"

Zeus, did it feed thy pride on proud Olympos,Did it pleasure thee to hear the brutish God,The disgustful animal we chafe to nameA God even as ourselves, thus flout thy son?

Zeus, did it feed thy pride on proud Olympos,

Did it pleasure thee to hear the brutish God,

The disgustful animal we chafe to name

A God even as ourselves, thus flout thy son?

Asklepios! dead son! Asklepios!

Doomed to the solitariness of greatnessWe watch, we lonely Gods on shrouded heights,The careful, padded steps, the little lives,The little trivial lives of men and womenThat fear our anger and entreat our favour;And while we are indifferent all is well,And if we rise to hate all is not ill,But when we stoop to meet uplifted eyesOf bright aspiring fools that will not chooseTo tread life's inconspicuous middle ways—O, when we love we bring our lov'd ones woe

Doomed to the solitariness of greatness

We watch, we lonely Gods on shrouded heights,

The careful, padded steps, the little lives,

The little trivial lives of men and women

That fear our anger and entreat our favour;

And while we are indifferent all is well,

And if we rise to hate all is not ill,

But when we stoop to meet uplifted eyes

Of bright aspiring fools that will not choose

To tread life's inconspicuous middle ways—

O, when we love we bring our lov'd ones woe

I had a son, his name was Phaeton.Could he be of my being and not be proud?He was all inspiration, and he mountedUp to the highest and reached his hands for the sunAnd shouted: "I will light the fires in heaven!"But he was three-parts man to one-part God,So men and Gods shrugged his brief blaze of gloryInto extinction ... Thus I lost my son,Phaeton, killed thro' overmuch ambition.

I had a son, his name was Phaeton.

Could he be of my being and not be proud?

He was all inspiration, and he mounted

Up to the highest and reached his hands for the sun

And shouted: "I will light the fires in heaven!"

But he was three-parts man to one-part God,

So men and Gods shrugged his brief blaze of glory

Into extinction ... Thus I lost my son,

Phaeton, killed thro' overmuch ambition.

I had a son, his name was Orpheus.Could he be of my being and not love?His love was rooted deeplier than Hell.He said: "I will pluck back my love from HellTho' it upheave all Hell in the plucking." WhenHe failed, being one-part man to three-parts God,He chose the swift way to regain his loveAnd died a vile death ... Thus I lost my son,Orpheus, killed thro' too great love and longing.

I had a son, his name was Orpheus.

Could he be of my being and not love?

His love was rooted deeplier than Hell.

He said: "I will pluck back my love from Hell

Tho' it upheave all Hell in the plucking." When

He failed, being one-part man to three-parts God,

He chose the swift way to regain his love

And died a vile death ... Thus I lost my son,

Orpheus, killed thro' too great love and longing.

I had a son. He was Asklepios,Could he be of my being and notknow?His wisdom girdled life and death in one;Life smiled on him, because he smiled on deathAnd said: "Life is less conquerable than death."He said: "I will reverse the word of death."He said: "I will make the dead to live again."Two days ago Asklepios lived ...The KingOf the nether-world, that wears the face of nightAnd hates me, wearing day's face, called on Zeus:"This mortal steals upon my sovereignty,Stands brazen champion for the world of flesh,Determines souls that waver towards the Styx—Worse! hales the souls back from beyond the Styx,Bringing the dead to life. This is more craft,Brother, than we may suffer in a man.Shall he with careless finger sway at willThe Balance of Destiny? Avenge me, Zeus!"A Cyclops forged a thunder-bolt for Zeus,And, black-browed, Zeus did launch it ... Thus I lostMy son Asklepios, killed thro' too much knowledge.

I had a son. He was Asklepios,

Could he be of my being and notknow?

His wisdom girdled life and death in one;

Life smiled on him, because he smiled on death

And said: "Life is less conquerable than death."

He said: "I will reverse the word of death."

He said: "I will make the dead to live again."

Two days ago Asklepios lived ...

The King

Of the nether-world, that wears the face of night

And hates me, wearing day's face, called on Zeus:

"This mortal steals upon my sovereignty,

Stands brazen champion for the world of flesh,

Determines souls that waver towards the Styx—

Worse! hales the souls back from beyond the Styx,

Bringing the dead to life. This is more craft,

Brother, than we may suffer in a man.

Shall he with careless finger sway at will

The Balance of Destiny? Avenge me, Zeus!"

A Cyclops forged a thunder-bolt for Zeus,

And, black-browed, Zeus did launch it ... Thus I lost

My son Asklepios, killed thro' too much knowledge.

Asklepios! my dead Asklepios!

Let the dark King of Stygia howl for aidTo Olympos! I am King of Heaven and askNo aid! I wreak my vengeance for myself.I rose up in the wrath of my bereavementAnd set an arrow to the silver bowThat none save I can bend, and let it fly.I might not slay the wielder of the bolt,But I did slay the forger of the bolt.And when I saw the Cyclops pierced and deadI came to Zeus and told him of my deed:"Father, 'gainst whom my bow was never turned,Father, that hast destroyed thine own son's son,I defy thy doing and have destroyed thy tool."

Let the dark King of Stygia howl for aid

To Olympos! I am King of Heaven and ask

No aid! I wreak my vengeance for myself.

I rose up in the wrath of my bereavement

And set an arrow to the silver bow

That none save I can bend, and let it fly.

I might not slay the wielder of the bolt,

But I did slay the forger of the bolt.

And when I saw the Cyclops pierced and dead

I came to Zeus and told him of my deed:

"Father, 'gainst whom my bow was never turned,

Father, that hast destroyed thine own son's son,

I defy thy doing and have destroyed thy tool."

Then while the Gods stood all aghast, Zeus spake:"Go from among this immortal companyWhich thou hast sinned against in daring soTo sin againstmethat am the head of all,And learn to quell thy too fierce spirit, learnTo teach thy riotous blood obedience,Serving the sons of men one year of days.Go hence! thou art not of us for twelve moons."I nothing said, and went. For when we GodsRevolt among ourselves the end is near,And Zeus must levy justice as he will.

Then while the Gods stood all aghast, Zeus spake:

"Go from among this immortal company

Which thou hast sinned against in daring so

To sin againstmethat am the head of all,

And learn to quell thy too fierce spirit, learn

To teach thy riotous blood obedience,

Serving the sons of men one year of days.

Go hence! thou art not of us for twelve moons."

I nothing said, and went. For when we Gods

Revolt among ourselves the end is near,

And Zeus must levy justice as he will.

Asklepios! my dead Asklepios!Had an hundred bolts been forged instead of oneI had slain an hundred Cyclops for thy sakeAnd suffered an hundred years of degradation!

Asklepios! my dead Asklepios!

Had an hundred bolts been forged instead of one

I had slain an hundred Cyclops for thy sake

And suffered an hundred years of degradation!

Earth that receivest my body for a space,I first saw light upon thee. Comfort me,And tame a little the untamed blood in me.Better will I endure to learn of theeThan of the envious Gods, whom this disgraceServes for a secret feast to glut their hearts on.For we have loved each other, thou and I,And I have belted thee with golden arms,And I have claspt thee daily with hot kisses,And felt thee leap and pulse and answer to meLike a shy maid grown bold and glad with love.There's that in the core of thee that is so kinTo the core of me, it holds us twain inseverable,Tho' from a billion blue-gold caverns of airTranslucent waves of space roll up an ocean'Twixt earth and sun: our hearts beat time together.My sister of the spheres has no such powerTo quicken thee, be lov'd of thee and love thee.She rains down light like argent snows; and thou,Part shadow'd, part-illumin'd, wholly chill'd,Submitt'st thyself to call her queen, who asksNo ardent service of thee, earth, as I do.Yet, chaste twin-sister, we were of one birth;Thy veins run all the silver, mine the gold.What marvel Leto had nine days labour of us,Strenuously thus disparting snow from flame,To give the Gods one daughter all pure ice,One son all perfect fire?...O Thunderer!That spark of immortal fire which, pregnant in her,Evolved into my Godhead, issuèdOut ofthyGodhead; my humiliationIs thy humiliation, Zeus! I standSupremest in thy shining progeny:I am thy glittering symbol fix'd in heavenTo draw the dazed, adoring eyes of men:I am thy arm of vengeance, I the handBestowing thy good gifts: I am thy VoiceOf mystic prophecy and divinationThro' which thou keep'st thy fingers on men's souls.Daughters and sons thou hast whose attributes,This one by twisty cunning, this by loveToo often base, this by remorseless carnageNot bearing the high name of vengeance, theseBy the insidious lusts of gold and wine,Serve to express thee to the bodies of men;But I express thee to the ghost in them,For there is none whose vesture is like mineWeft only of the spirit's highest tissues,So that the world beholding thee thro' meBeholds thee at thy zenith, and exaltedOut of the flesh struggles to sense an instantThe music, fire and essence of Olympos.This Thunderer, wilt thou smirch? More dim, more dimThan the imperial spark thou quenchest in meThou mak'st thy imperial fires whence I did spring,The fount of us so indissolubleThat what shames thee shames me.Earth, is this vengeance?

Earth that receivest my body for a space,

I first saw light upon thee. Comfort me,

And tame a little the untamed blood in me.

Better will I endure to learn of thee

Than of the envious Gods, whom this disgrace

Serves for a secret feast to glut their hearts on.

For we have loved each other, thou and I,

And I have belted thee with golden arms,

And I have claspt thee daily with hot kisses,

And felt thee leap and pulse and answer to me

Like a shy maid grown bold and glad with love.

There's that in the core of thee that is so kin

To the core of me, it holds us twain inseverable,

Tho' from a billion blue-gold caverns of air

Translucent waves of space roll up an ocean

'Twixt earth and sun: our hearts beat time together.

My sister of the spheres has no such power

To quicken thee, be lov'd of thee and love thee.

She rains down light like argent snows; and thou,

Part shadow'd, part-illumin'd, wholly chill'd,

Submitt'st thyself to call her queen, who asks

No ardent service of thee, earth, as I do.

Yet, chaste twin-sister, we were of one birth;

Thy veins run all the silver, mine the gold.

What marvel Leto had nine days labour of us,

Strenuously thus disparting snow from flame,

To give the Gods one daughter all pure ice,

One son all perfect fire?...

O Thunderer!

That spark of immortal fire which, pregnant in her,

Evolved into my Godhead, issuèd

Out ofthyGodhead; my humiliation

Is thy humiliation, Zeus! I stand

Supremest in thy shining progeny:

I am thy glittering symbol fix'd in heaven

To draw the dazed, adoring eyes of men:

I am thy arm of vengeance, I the hand

Bestowing thy good gifts: I am thy Voice

Of mystic prophecy and divination

Thro' which thou keep'st thy fingers on men's souls.

Daughters and sons thou hast whose attributes,

This one by twisty cunning, this by love

Too often base, this by remorseless carnage

Not bearing the high name of vengeance, these

By the insidious lusts of gold and wine,

Serve to express thee to the bodies of men;

But I express thee to the ghost in them,

For there is none whose vesture is like mine

Weft only of the spirit's highest tissues,

So that the world beholding thee thro' me

Beholds thee at thy zenith, and exalted

Out of the flesh struggles to sense an instant

The music, fire and essence of Olympos.

This Thunderer, wilt thou smirch? More dim, more dim

Than the imperial spark thou quenchest in me

Thou mak'st thy imperial fires whence I did spring,

The fount of us so indissoluble

That what shames thee shames me.

Earth, is this vengeance?

Nay, I see clearer. Rest unstained of me,Thou God that art the father of my being.The spirit of me, which isThou, makes cause with theeAgainst me. We must be inviolableOr men will point their fingers—when We fall.

Nay, I see clearer. Rest unstained of me,

Thou God that art the father of my being.

The spirit of me, which isThou, makes cause with thee

Against me. We must be inviolable

Or men will point their fingers—when We fall.

Asklepios! farewell, Asklepios!

Earth, I will serve on thee my year of daysNor chafe beneath them like a petulant boy.Ay, tho' Zeus force my Godhead into bondsI will yet bear my bondage like a God.

Earth, I will serve on thee my year of days

Nor chafe beneath them like a petulant boy.

Ay, tho' Zeus force my Godhead into bonds

I will yet bear my bondage like a God.

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