4 ARGONAUTAE
Or quiet and dumb
To the heart of the dwelling?
Silently striding,
Whispering terror
Into their ears;
Watching, abiding,
Madness and error,
Brooder of fears!
Thus will I bring
Black Ares to honour,
Draw the black sting
Of the serpent upon her!
How foolish to fight
With the warrior God
Who brings victory bright
Or defeat with a nod,
Who standeth to smite
With a spear and a rod!
Here is the woman,
Thinking no evil,
Wielding the human
By might of a devil!
But I will mock her
With cunning design
In my malice lock her.
The doom is divine!
MEDEA.
Ai! Ai! This rankles sorely in my mind