22 ARGONAUTAE
JASON,
And see! the ship
Glides between walls of purple.
MEDEA.
The green land
Cools the tired eyes.
CHORUS.
The rocks stand sentinel.
MEDEA.
Let still the song that saved us gladden us.
Lift up thy lyre, sweet Orpheus, on the sea.
ORPHEUS.
Over a sea like stainéd glass
At sunset like a chrysopras:—
Our smooth-oared vessel over-rides
Crimson and green and purple tides.
Between the rocky isles we pass,
And greener islets gay with grass;
Between the over-arching sides
Our pinnace glides.
Just by the Maenad-haunted hill
Songs rise into the air, and thrill,
Like clustered birds at evening
_ When love outlingers rain and spring.
Faint faces of strange dancers spill
Their dewy scent; and sweet and chill
The wind comes faintly whispering
On wanton wing.