Orpheus

ORPHEUS O rolled on the river By might of the moon, Ye tremble and quiver, Ye shudder and swoon! The cities ye shiver: The ships know your tune. Come forth! I invoke thee, O eagre! dread rival of shoal and typhoon ! THE EAGRE Flings my single billow spuming Into midmost air the world, As the echo of my booming To the furthest star is hurled. Now I hear the lunar clashing That evokes me from the tide, Now I rise, my fury lashing, Rolling where the banks divide— I obey thee, I am with thee, Lord of Lightning, lotus-eyed! ORPHEUS In sacred grove, In silent wood, In calm alcove, In mirrored mood, 52