The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas. Bridges Robert

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thou not? they come. The solemn flutes

       Warn us away; we must not here be seen

       In these our soilèd habits, yet may stand

       Where we may hear and see and not be seen.

      [Exeunt R.

      Enter CHORUS, and from the palace Inachus bearing cakes: he comes to stand behind the altar.

      CHORUS.

      God of Heaven!

       We praise thee, Zeus most high, 180

       To whom by eternal Fate was given

       The range and rule of the sky;

       When thy lot, first of three

       Leapt out, as sages tell,

       And won Olympus for thee,

       Therein for ever to dwell:

       But the next with the barren sea

       To grave Poseidôn fell,

       And left fierce Hades his doom, to be

       The lord and terror of hell. 190

       (2) Thou sittest for aye

       Encircled in azure bright,

       Regarding the path of the sun by day,

       And the changeful moon by night:{9}

       Attending with tireless ears

       To the song of adoring love,

       With which the separate spheres

       Are voicèd that turn above:

       And all that is hidden under

       The clouds thy footing has furl'd 200

       Fears the hand that holdeth the thunder,

       The eye that looks on the world.

      Semichorus of youths.

      Of all the isles of the sea

       Is Crete most famed in story:

       Above all mountains famous to me

       Is Ida and crowned with glory.

       There guarded of Heaven and Earth

       Came Rhea at fall of night

       To hide a wondrous birth

       From the Sire's unfathering sight. 210

       The halls of Cronos rang

       With omens of coming ill,

       And the mad Curêtes danced and sang

       Adown the slopes of the hill.

       Then all the peaks of Gnossus kindled red

       Beckoning afar unto the sinking sun,

       he thro' the vaporous west plunged to his bed,

       Sunk, and the day was done.

       But they, though he was fled,

       Such light still held, as oft 220

       Hanging in air aloft,

       At eve from shadowed ship

       The Egyptian sailor sees:

       Or like the twofold tip

       That o'er the topmost trees

       Flares on Parnassus, and the Theban dames

       Quake at the ghostly flames.{10}

       Then friendly night arose

       To succour Earth, and spread

       Her mantle o'er the snows 230

       And quenched their rosy red;

       But in the east upsprings

       Another light on them,

       Selêné with white wings

       And hueless diadem.

       Little could she befriend

       Her father's house and state,

       Nor her weak beams defend

       Hyperion from his fate.

       Only where'er she shines, 240

       In terror looking forth,

       She sees the wailing pines

       Stoop to the bitter North:

       Or searching twice or thrice

       Along the rocky walls,

       She marks the columned ice

       Of frozen waterfalls:

       But still the darkened cave

       Grew darker as she shone,

       Wherein was Rhea gone 250

       Her child to bear and save.

      [They dance.

      Then danced the Dactyls and Curêtes wild,

       And drowned with yells the cries of mother and child;

       Big-armed Damnámeneus gan prance and shout:

       And burly Acmon struck the echoes out:

       And Kermis leaped and howled: and Titias pranced

       And broad Cyllenus tore the air and danced:

       While deep within the shadowed cave at rest

       Lay Rhea, with her babe upon her breast.

      {11}

      INACHUS.

      If any here there be whose impure hands 260

       Among pure hands, or guilty heart among

       Our guiltless hearts be stained with blood or wrong,

       Let him depart!

       If there be any here in whom high Zeus

       Seeing impiety might turn away,

       Now from our sacrifice and from his sin

       Let him depart!

      Semichorus of maidens.

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