16 ARGONAUTAE
Dreams lure not those who ply the sail
Before, the home! behind, the gale!
JASON.
Ah! I am torn, I am torn!
MEDEA.
God’s poet, hail!
Help us, Apollo! Light of Sun, awake!
This is the desperate hour.
JASON.
I have no strength.
MEDEA.
Beware the third, the awful ecstasy!
ORPHEUS.
A higher spell controls a lower song.
Listen, they sing!
JASON.
Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing!
LEUCOSIA.
O lover, I am lonely here!
O lover, I am weeping!
Each pearl of ocean is a tear
Let fall while love was sleeping.
A tear is made of fire and dew
And saddened with a smile;
The sun’s laugh in the curving blue
Lasts but a little while.