 | Silenus |  |
“'Twere idle waste to raise a feeble arm
Against the measure of eternal doom.
But must he free, and safe, and scathless go?
And must I live, for ever in my gaze
His grinning goatish leer, and unavenged?
Nay, I will front the thief. My spear! my spear!
Farewell, my Syrinx; one more last farewell.”
Against the measure of eternal doom.
But must he free, and safe, and scathless go?
And must I live, for ever in my gaze
His grinning goatish leer, and unavenged?
Nay, I will front the thief. My spear! my spear!
Farewell, my Syrinx; one more last farewell.”
| Silenus | |