Excerpt from The Wheel, Three Poetic Plays on Greek Subjects
(A hall of black pillars, supporting a roof of solid stone. The stage opens dark. In the dimness Hades sits enthroned. Pale blue lightnings flash now and again upon his face as he speaks. A deep vibration fills the air.)
hades. Hades, among the dead, sole God am I. On earth men wither, and wax weak, and die, Pass forth, and are forgotten. But my realm, To whose dark borders Charon sets his helm, Keeps safe its myriad thralls. Unto my hand The sea of life hath washed them, as the sand Washed to the shore lies strewn, a barren waste immeasurable. Time goeth without haste,
Night without day, for ever. King am I
Of an unborn people which still multiply,
Bringing my godhead strength. For lo, this breath
Of wind which bloweth about me is from the death
Of mortal men; I gather from their lips
My draught of life, and under their eclipse
My rolling world moves on.
To the Lord of Day
Men yield their discern - rill here they come.
But in my Kingdom sorrow and joy are dumb,
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