 | Silenus |  |
The revel ceased and hung in silence, when
Silenus, rising slowly to his height,
Stretched forth his nerveless hands and cried “Alas!
Alas for me if I must tear the threads
My sorrow weaves in pictures of the past!
For tho' my gladness changed and flashed to hate
And fell thro' fiery anguish to despair,
Yet these returning horrors oft intrude
Where day-long smiles gave day-long deep content;
And should I banish them for evermore,
Silenus would be other than himself.
Silenus, rising slowly to his height,
Stretched forth his nerveless hands and cried “Alas!
Alas for me if I must tear the threads
My sorrow weaves in pictures of the past!
For tho' my gladness changed and flashed to hate
And fell thro' fiery anguish to despair,
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Where day-long smiles gave day-long deep content;
And should I banish them for evermore,
Silenus would be other than himself.
“But Fate is hard. The greatest Gods are nought
Against the measure of resistless doom.
If now I must forget, thou seest me here,
O Dionysus, a resistless slave
From whom has fled the spring of enterprise,
Who must obey, but never more may rule.”
Against the measure of resistless doom.
If now I must forget, thou seest me here,
O Dionysus, a resistless slave
From whom has fled the spring of enterprise,
Who must obey, but never more may rule.”
| Silenus | |