Orpheus

Olympus alone Of earth’s glories is taken For deity’s throne | Deep-frozen, storm-shaken. What glories are shown When their slumbers awaken ! The avalanche thunders adown, and the gods of the gods are forsaken. To mortals your voices Are mighty and glad. The maiden rejoices : The man is grown mad For love, and his choice is The choice of a lad When a virgin first smiles on his suit, and the summer for envy is sad. Wan grows Aphrodite, And Artemis frail; Apollo less mighty, Iacchus too pale. Dark Hades grows bright, he Alone may avail When the god and the mortal are one, as the mountain is one with the gale. , THE CHILDREN OF EARTH Our hair deep laden with the scent of earth, The colour of her rosy body’s birth, Our mother, lady and life of all that is divine ; 61