 | Tiresias |  |
“Throughout this wholesome air, Tiresias,
Refreshed and cleansed by rinsing midnight rain,
On every treetop, roof, or drifting cloud,
I hear the songsters twit and trill their lays
In notes so high and variably attuned
The morning's beauty brightens with their joy.
Refreshed and cleansed by rinsing midnight rain,
On every treetop, roof, or drifting cloud,
I hear the songsters twit and trill their lays
In notes so high and variably attuned
The morning's beauty brightens with their joy.
Altho' responsive to their dainty songs,
To me they are as babblings of a babe
That laughs for gladness, but can tell no more;
Disclosing no intelligible tale,
As unto thee, Tiresias, who hear'st
Of innocent sweet love, and woodland wiles
Where sunlight plays within illumined shade.”
To me they are as babblings of a babe
That laughs for gladness, but can tell no more;
Disclosing no intelligible tale,
As unto thee, Tiresias, who hear'st
Of innocent sweet love, and woodland wiles
Where sunlight plays within illumined shade.”
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“My well-loved Mother, as the Gods revered!
Truth brightly shines in jealous secrecy,
And clouds hang heavy round her dwelling place,
But oft a momentary ray escapes,
And tempts conjecture thro' the tangled gloom,
We must await fair breezes to dispel.
Thus checked perforce, tho' happily I scan
The tales these songsters to each other sing,
I can translate them into words of speech
But haltingly, and with imperfect tongue,
That sounds as twittering noised at early dawn
To lusty warblings in the risen day.”
Truth brightly shines in jealous secrecy,
And clouds hang heavy round her dwelling place,
But oft a momentary ray escapes,
And tempts conjecture thro' the tangled gloom,
We must await fair breezes to dispel.
Thus checked perforce, tho' happily I scan
The tales these songsters to each other sing,
I can translate them into words of speech
But haltingly, and with imperfect tongue,
That sounds as twittering noised at early dawn
To lusty warblings in the risen day.”
| Tiresias | |