from PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE IN THEIR DAY (1887) Apollo and the Fates A Prologue (Hymn. in Mercurium, v. 559. Eumenides, vv. 693-4, 697-8. Alcestis, vv. 12, 33) Apollo [From above. Flame at my footfall, Parnassus! Apollo,° Breaking a-blaze on thy topmost peak, Burns thence, down to the depths--dread hollow-- Haunt of the Dire Ones. Haste! They wreak° Wrath on Admetus whose respite I seek. The Fates [Below. Darkness. Dragonwise couched in the womb of our Mother,° Coiled at thy nourishing heart's core, Night! Dominant Dreads, we, one by the other, Deal to each mortal his dole of light | On earth--the upper, the glad, the bright. | 10 | Clotho Even so: thus from my loaded spindle Plucking a pinch of the fleece, lo, 'Birth' Brays from my bronze lip: life I kindle: Look, 'tis a man! go, measure on earth The minute thy portion, whatever its worth! -540- |