The World’s Tragedy

THE RED STAR. 43 And thou, his languid lover, Sank back into the arms of Zeus With thine head hanging loose, And the long curls adrip With the dew oozing from his lip. ALEXANDER So ! unto Thee ! Come hither, Child ! You must pass before Unto the land where all flowers wither And the sea hath never a shore. 2ND SATYR Ha ! he hath dashed the babe to die, And caught his first convulsive sigh. With a fierce kiss biting into his lips, As a storm-fiend tears the reeling ships. His fingers clutch the golden hair. The head goes back, and the neck is bare. Now for the sweep of the steel ! IST SATYR Pan ! Pan !