Anah. They come! he comes! -- Azaziel!
To meet them! Oh, for wings to bear
My spirit, while they hover there,
To Samiasa's breast!
Anah. Lo! they have kindled all the
Like a returning sunset; -- lo!
On Ararat's late secret crest
A mild and many-colour'd bow, 150 The remnant of their flashing path,
Now shines! and now, behold! it hath
Return'd to night, as rippling foam,
Which the leviathan hath lash'd
From his unfathomable home
When sporting on the face of the calm deep,
Subsides soon after he again hath dash'd
Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep.
Aho. They have touch'd earth! Samiasa!
Anah. My Azaziel!
Enter IRADand JAPHET.
Irad. Despond not: wherefore wilt thou
wander thus 160 To add thy silence to the silent night,
And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars?
They cannot aid thee.
Japh. But they soothe me -- now
Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.
Methinks a being that is beautiful
Becometh more so as it looks on beauty,
The eternal beauty of undying things.
Irad. But she loves thee not.
Irad. And proud Aholibamah spurns me
Japh. I feel for thee too.
Irad. Let her keep her pride,
Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn:
It may be, time too will avenge it.
Japh. Canst thou
Find joy in such a thought?
Irad. Nor joy, nor sorrow.
I loved her well; I would have loved her better,
Had love been met with love: as 't is, I leave her
To brighter destinies, if so she deems them.
Japh. What destinies?
Irad. I have some cause to think
She loves another.
Irad. No; her sister.
Japh. What other?
Irad. That I know not; but her air,
If not her words, tells me she loves another. 180
Japh. Ay, but not Anah: she but loves her God.
Irad. Whate'er she loveth, so she loves
What can it profit thee?
Japh. True, nothing; but I love.
Irad. And so did I.
Japh. And now thou lov'st not,
Or think'st thou lov'st not, art thou happier?
Japh. I pity thee.
Irad. Me! why?
Japh. For being happy,
Deprived of that which makes my misery.
Irad. I take thy taunt as part of thy dis-temper,
And would not feel as thou dost for more shekels
Than all our father's herds would bring if weigh'd 190
Against the metal of the sons of Cam --
The yellow dust they try to barter with us,
As if such useless and discolour'd trash,
The refuse of the earth, could be received
For milk, and wool, and flesh, and fruits, and all
Our flocks and wilderness afford. -- Go, Japhet,
Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon --
I must back to my rest.
Japh. And so would I if I could rest.
Irad. Thou wilt not to our tents then?
Japh. No, Irad; I will to the cavern,
Mouth they say opens from the internal
To let the inner spirits of the earth
Forth when they walk its surface.
Irad. Wherefore so?
What wouldst thou there?
Japh. Soothe further my sad spirit
With gloom as sad: it is a hopeless spot,
And I am hopeless.
Irad. But 't is dangerous;