Are my companions; my designs and labors And aspirations are my only friends. HERMES. Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The Gods implore not, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Choice and occasion, which once being passed Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift? PROMETHEUS. No gift of theirs, in whatsoever shape PANDORA. Let us go hence. HERMES. This new toy and fascination, IV. THE AIR. HERMES, returning to Olympus. Prometheus stands. The thunderbolts I will not stay. Alone can move him; but the tender We leave thee to thy vacant dreams, and The silence and the solitude of thought, CHORUS OF THE FATES. CLOTHO. How the Titan, the defiant, LACHESIS. Sorely tried and sorely tempted, ATROPOS. Tempt no more the noble schemer; They do but answer to the love in thine, PANDORA O, let me stay. How beautiful are all things round about me, Multiplied by the mirrors on the walls! What treasures hast thou here! Yon oaken chest, Carven with figures and embossed with gold, Is wonderful to look upon! What choice And precious things dost thou keep hidden in it? I know not. Yet secretly I wonder thou shouldst Lifted the lid? love me. EPIMETHEUS. "T is a mystery. PANDORA. Hast thou never EPIMETHEUS. The oracle forbids. Safely concealed there from all mortal Forever sleeps the secret of the Gods. Seek not to know what they have hidden from thee, Till they themselves reveal it. Let us go forth from this mysterious place. The garden walks are pleasant at this hour; The nightingales among the sheltering boughs Of populous and many-nested trees Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me By what resistless charms or incantations They won their mates. PANDORA. Thou dost not need a teacher. They go out. CHORUS OF THE EUMENIDES. What the Immortals Silence conceals it; With shafts of their splendors With useless endeavor, VI. IN THE GARDEN. EPIMETHEUS. YON Snow-white cloud that sails sublime in ether EPIMETHEUS. Whence knowest thou these stories? PANDORA. Hermes taught me; Is but the sovereign Zeus, who like a He told me all the history of the Gods. Pass and repass by the gates Of their inaccessible fastness.; Ever unmoved they stand, Solemn, eternal, and proud. VOICES OF THE WATERS Flooded by rain and snow In their inexhaustible sources, Swollen by affluent streams Hurrying onward and hurled Headlong over the crags, The impetuous water-courses, Rush and roar and plunge Down to the nethermost world. Say, have the solid rocks VOICES OF THE WINDS. High on their turreted cliffs And before them routed and scattered Pale with the pallor of death. Onward the hurricane rides, And even the lions and leopards, VOICES OF THE FOREST. Guarding the mountains around |