Collected Works (Vol. II)

THE GOD-EATER 139 CRIOSDA. I see a lofty pyramid sun-white : Blaze in immaculate glory to the stars ; Its splendour of itself, since all is dark About, above. Thereon a countless folk, Multitudes many-coloured, grave and tall, Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move, In infinite musical labyrinths about. Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them The light of wisdom doth inform, them peace Hath marked and sealed her own. their lips Is one imagined silence like a sigh. Unanimous the hushéd harmony Flows forth from heart to mouth; and mouths bloom red With ripe and royal repetition ; kisses Flow like thick honey-drops in honeysuckle. That is their worship. RupHa. Whom then worship they? But on CRIOSDA. Maurya ! [Recalled to himself, he percetves the meaning of this; with a great cry breaks forward and stands before the throne, ratses himself up and says tn triumph and knowledge of peace. Then—I have lived ! [Reaches out his hand towards the enthroned mummy. Maurya ! [With the last terrible cry he collapses, and falls dead with his head on Maurya’s &nees. RupHA. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world with- out end. [She deliberately breaks her staff in her hands. The report is sharp and very loud, like a pistol shot. CURTAIN.