 | Tiresias |  |
O Mother, careless ears can never learn
Nor rightly ponder words of mighty Gods!
His watch must constant be, his spirit meek
Whose will with Their's unflagging would keep pace.
Weak dalliance shuns he, and the lavish grape,
And dares not spur dark passion to attain
The reigning heights few clamber but to fall;
For unto him pursuits of fretful men,
Unconsecrated by divine intent,
Shall seem a dance of folly, or a chase
That finds disaster, or the quarry fled.
Nor rightly ponder words of mighty Gods!
His watch must constant be, his spirit meek
Whose will with Their's unflagging would keep pace.
Weak dalliance shuns he, and the lavish grape,
And dares not spur dark passion to attain
The reigning heights few clamber but to fall;
For unto him pursuits of fretful men,
Unconsecrated by divine intent,
Shall seem a dance of folly, or a chase
That finds disaster, or the quarry fled.
| Tiresias | |