Orpheus

There our calm sides shield the mortal, Bears his bark our breast, and we Follow to the mystic portal Where we mingle with the sea. Every life of earth we list to: should not we then answer thee? ORPHEUS O sea mixt with zther In whirls that awake, Roar skywards and wreathe her Bright coils as a snake, In agony seethe her Sad cries for the sake Of peace—I invoke ye! Come forth! O spouts in the wave’s wild wake! THE WATERSPOUTS Whirling over miles of ocean, Lowering o’er the solemn sea, Hears our life the deep commotion That we know—thy witchery. Wheeling, hating, fearing ever As we thunder o’er the deep, Death alone our path can sever, Death our guerdon if we weep. We obey thee, we are with thee! Wilt thou never let us sleep? 5!