The Argonauts

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.