CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 
35 
Revive the ghosts of aeons vast, 
And bid the scythe of Chronos cease 
For thy caprice ? 
 
“ Because thou wilt, shall I accede 
And change my laws that I have made ; 
Shall I make grapes from thorn and weed, 
Fresh water from the fountains stayed, 
If thou hast prayed ? 
 
“ For thine outcry bring chaos back, 
Turn over earth and heaven to hell, 
And listen ’ mid the roar and wrack, 
With pleasure to creation’s knell, 
Thy marriage bell ? 
 
“ I will not turn the Red Sea back 
That thou mayst pass again dry-shod : 
Thou hast chosen, thou shalt live the black 
Dry years out till thou cleave the sod, 
And meet thy God. 
 
“ What are thy good deeds ?  This one thing 
Thou hast not done.  This chiefest task