THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
79 
CHARICLES 
 
Night her bright bow-string has bended ; 
Fast flies her arrow unsparing 
Through the beech-leaves, 
Æher it cleaves 
Rapid and daring. 
Ah! how it strikes as with silver ! how the sun’s 
laughter is ended ! 
 
ARCHAIS 
 
How the moon’s arms are extended ! 
 
Semi-Chorus of Men 
 
Rejoicing, inarticulate with pleasure, 
Joy streams a comet in the strong control 
Of the sun’s love ;  weave, weave the eager 
measure, 
Fill the sea’s brim from pleasure’s foaming 
bowl ! 
 
Semi-Chorus of Women 
 
Weave, weave the dance ;  the stars are not your 
goal. 
Freed slaves of Fortune, love’s your only 
treasure.