Canto III.]
Orion.
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That some reviving or renewing beam
May call him back, now pale in the deep sea.
Thou answerest not. I think thou hast a heart,
Which beats thy reasoning down to silent truth,
And therefore deem I thou with me wilt seek
The throne of Zeus, who may receive our prayers,
Nor from our supplications, utterly
Take sorrow's sweetness, which hath secret hope,
Like honey drops in some down-fallen flower."
May call him back, now pale in the deep sea.
Thou answerest not. I think thou hast a heart,
Which beats thy reasoning down to silent truth,
And therefore deem I thou with me wilt seek
The throne of Zeus, who may receive our prayers,
Nor from our supplications, utterly
Take sorrow's sweetness, which hath secret hope,
Like honey drops in some down-fallen flower."
Her lofty pallid visage, Artemis
Raised slowly, but with eyes still downward bent
Upon the ocean rolling dark below,
And answered,—"I will go with thee." The twain
Departed heavily on their ascent
Through the grey air, and paused not till they reached
The region of Olympos, where their course
Was barriered by a mass of angry cloud
Piled up in surging blackness, with a gleam
Of smouldering red seen through at intervals.
The sign well understood, both Goddesses
Knelt down before the cloud, and Artemis
Broke silence first, with firm yet hollow voice.
Raised slowly, but with eyes still downward bent
Upon the ocean rolling dark below,
And answered,—"I will go with thee." The twain
Departed heavily on their ascent
Through the grey air, and paused not till they reached
The region of Olympos, where their course
Was barriered by a mass of angry cloud
Piled up in surging blackness, with a gleam
Of smouldering red seen through at intervals.
The sign well understood, both Goddesses
Knelt down before the cloud, and Artemis
Broke silence first, with firm yet hollow voice.
