THE MASQUE OF PANDORA N I. THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHÆSTUS. HEPHÆSTUS, standing before the statue of Pandora. OT fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne, Nor forged of iron like the thunderbolts Of Zeus omnipotent, or other works Wrought by my hands at Lemnos or Olympus, THE VOICE OF ZEUS. Is thy work done, Hephaestus? HEPHÆSTUS. It is finished! THE VOICE. Not finished till I breathe the breath of life HEPHÆSTUS. Will she become immortal like ourselves? THE VOICE. The form that thou hast fashioned out of clay Is of diviner essence and immortal. The gods shall shower on her their benefactions, HEPHÆSTUS. Wherefore? wherefore? A wind shakes the house. I hear the rushing of a mighty wind Through all the halls and chambers of my house! Bends to and fro, she bows or lifts her head. She gazes round about as if amazed; She is alive; she breathes, but yet she speaks not! Pandora descends from the pedestal. CHORUS OF THE GRACES. AGLAIA. In the workshop of Hephaestus What is this I see? Have the Gods to four increased us Who were only three? Beautiful in form and feature, Lovely as the day, Can there be so fair a creature THALIA. O sweet, pale face! O lovely eyes of azure, O graceful form, that cloudlike floatest on Who moveth as if motion were a pleasure! Whose every syllable is a caress Would best befit thee; but I cannot choose, Nor do I care to choose; for still the same, Nameless or named, will be thy loveliness. EUPHROSYNE Dowered with all celestial gifts, That ennobles and uplifts And delights the heart, And Pandora be the name Thou henceforth shalt bear. II. OLYMPUS. HERMES, putting on his sandals. MUCH must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods, The errand is not foolish. Never yet With greater joy did I obey the summons Shall make a sound like the Pandaan pipes, |