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…t now I see the haze lift on the water-way, And hidden headlands loom again. JASON. I know The pleasant portals. CHORUS. Here is home at last. ORPHEUS. The sunset comes: the mist is lifted now To let the last kiss of the daylight fall Once ere night whisper “Sleep!” K
…JASON, Queen of this people! O my heart’s desire Spotless, the Lady of my love, and friends By whose heroic ardours I am found Victor at last, well girded with the spoil Of life in gleaming beauty, and this prize Thrice precious, my Medea—all is won! Needs only now the favouring kiss of Eurus, Bright-born of Eos, to fulfil for us The last of all the labours, to inspire ‘The quick-raised sail, and fill that flushing gold With thrice desiréd breath, that once again
…ng the accurséd field Until the furrows flamed across the sun, ~ Treading whose glory stood Apollo’s self As witness of the deed. Then a last thrust Savage, drove them less savage to their stalls, And Jason turned and laughed. Then drew he out The dreadful teeth of woe, Cadmean stock Of Thebes’ old misery, and presently Pacing the furrowed field, he scattered them With muttered words of power athwart the course Of the bright moon, due path of pestilence And terror. Ere the last bone fell to earth The accurséd harvest sprang to life. Armed men, …
…doom of woe and fear. We wait with blanched and icy cheek The one-and-twentieth year: For Justice lies, as seeds lie, dead, But lifts at last a Gorgon head! MEN. What fear can reach our Thessaly? What war disturb our peace?
… MEDEA. But love thou me! My husband is distraught. ORPHEUS. Madness is on him for thy punishment. MEDEA. Sing, therefore! ORPHEUS. This last song of theirs was sweet.
…our sea, and swell our sails. Not song, but silence, were a boon— Save for this tune. Round capes grown darker as night falls, We see at last the splendid walls That ridge the bay; the town lies there Lighted (the temple’s hour for prayer) At grave harmonious intervals. The grand voice of some seaman calls, Just as the picture fades, aware How it was fair. JASON. A thousand victories bring us to the shore Whence we set out: look forth! The people come Moving with lights about the anchorage To greet the heroes of the Golden Fleece. My Queen! Med…
…u—what? MEDEA, Ye know me a most powerful sorceress. CHORUS. So I have heard, O lotus-footed one! Nathless I see not any miracle. MEDEA, Last night the heavy-hearted audience Broke up, and Jason wended wearily His way, oppressed by direful bodements of The fate of this forenoon. I saw him go Sad, and remembered how sublime he stood,
…temple-walls and make One glory of the skies— Until the King shall die and live, Athena never shall forgive.” MEN. Surely, O friends, at last ’tis clear The man was mad indeed! Such nonsense we did never hear As this prophetic screed! More, as ’tis never like this land Should ever see an arméd hand. JASON. Where is the son of Tyro and Poseidon? MEN. Iolchus’ King has here a dwelling-place. WOMEN. See you the sword shake—and the iron hand Not shaking? The man’s mood is full of wrath. MEN. Peace, foolish! Were it so, we would not see. WOMEN. Ay m…
…shapen as kisses. And those arms And kisses and mad movements of quick love Burnt up his being, and his life was lost In woman’s love at last! CHORUS. Unseemly act! Who dared thus break on meditation? MEDEA. IL CHORUS. Surely thy passion mastered thee, O queen! MEDEA. I tell you—thus the night passed. CHORUS. Verily, The woman raves. MEDEA. Such victory as this Outsails all shame. Before the dawn was up I bound such talismans about his breast That fire and steel grow dew and flowery wreaths For all their power to hurt him. Presently I made a po…
… of the deep; Shall seek the waters wide and wan; Shall pass within the land of sleep; And there the guardians of the soil Shall rest at last from pain and toil. O ruler of the empyréan, Behold his fervour conquering The fury of the breed Cadmean, The dragons of the Theban king; And arméd men shall spring from earth In vain to ward the gloomy girth! But thou, Athena, didst devise Some end beyond our mortal ken, Thy soul impenetrably wise Shines not to us unthinking men, O guard the warrior band of Greece, And win for us the Golden Fleece!
…h prostrate slaves before the shrine Pray, praise, do sacrifice, and weep. Ten generations following past Shall not exhaust the curse at last. From father unto son it flees, An awful heritage of woe. Wives feel its cancerous prodigies Invade their wombs; the children know The inexpiable word, exhaust Not by a tenfold holocaust. Thus let mankind abase in fear Their hearts, nor sacrilege profane The awful slumber of the seer, The dread adytum of the fane; Nor gain the mockery of a fleece, Losing reality of peace. Hail to wild Ares! Men, rejoice T…
ACTUS SECUNDUS JASON. He who speaks much and bitterly at last Lays himself open to retort. I think I never heard such contradictions fly As when men talk of gods—that never were! ARGUS. Thou wouldst do better to leave men alone. The wisest talk is folly when work waits. Look! how these sturdy villains gape around, Fling down their task, and hang upon the words That flow like nectar from your majesty. CASTOR. In truth, my friend, if you would wear your crown This side of Orcus, you should go away. POLLUX. Ay! let the men work! For a mind as your…
…US QUARTUS Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep. Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. And under …
…en well? With every watchman’s cheery cry, “Land ho!” through all the journeying years Our ever-hoping hearts reply, “A land of bliss at last appears.” But what land laps a foreign foam So sweet as is the hero’s home? At every port the novel sights Charm for an hour—delusive bliss. On every shore the false delights Of maidens ply the barbarous kiss. But where did hero think to stay Lulled in their love beyond a day? No shoreland whistles to the wind So musically as Thrace: no town So gladdens the toil-weary mind As brave Athenae: no renown Stan…