Pictures & poems
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
1232937Pictures & poems — PandoraDante Gabriel Rossetti



WHAT of the end, Pandora? Was it thine,

The deed that set these fiery pinions free?

Ah! wherefore did the Olympian consistory

In its own likeness make thee half divine?

Was it that Juno's brow might stand a sign

For ever and the mien of Pallas be

A deadly thing? and that all men might see

In Venus' eyes the gaze of Proserpine?

What of the end? These beat their wings at will,

The ill-born things, the good things turned to ill,—

Powers of the impassioned hours prohibited.

Aye, clench the casket now! Whither they go

Thou mayst not dare to think: nor canst thou know

If Hope still pent there be alive or dead.