ORPHEUS
Child of sweet rain,
O fathered of frost!
Bitterest pain
The birth of thee cost.
Passion is slain
When wished of thee most.
Come forth! I invoke thee, O hail, thou lord of a terrible
host!
THE HAIL
My father was glad of me
In places unseen;
My mother was sad of me,
Where wind came between ;
Winter is mad of me,
Earth is my queen ;
Meadows are clad of me,
Nestled in green.
As pearls in the cloudland I slept; but I hear the loud
call ;
I obey it and fall!
ORPHEUS
Rain’s guerdon and daughter
By sunlight’s spies
Divided in water,
O light-stream, arise!
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