New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1875-10-22

sure the gift OF the gods does not Knock In VAN
Epimetheus beholds her and criea:
Beautiful apparltion! go not hence!
Surely thou art n goddess, for thy voice
j. a celestial melody ana tiny form
Self-poised a. ii IL 1oated ON the air
PANpORA.
No goddess am /, nor or heavenly nlfih.
But o mere woman fashioned out OF clay.
And mortal III the rest.
Thy face is fair;
There il n wonder In thine eyes
That fascnate me. Thy whole Presence e seems
/ Saw would thy star like Merope's grow dun
Ii thou shOuldst wed beneath theef
ASK me not;
cannot answer thee only know
The gods have sent Inc hitler.
The talk goes on between them. and his love grows
with it, She delights in the beauty of the house, whose
atmosphere breathcs rest and comfort and whose many
chambers seem full Of welcomes. She wanders around,
with the gentle wonder in her pleased eyes, and sees
marvellous oakcn chest, carved with quaint hgurcs ana
embossed with gold. She inquiries what 1t contains, ana
finds that Epmetheus does not himself know the oracle
having forbidden him to open it,
They 10 forth then into the garden and amid the eho-
ruses OF the birds and the reeds they tell each oiher
stories of the gods and goddesses, all turning somehow
upon love. In the midst Of their talk PrOmotheus APP
pears and Pandora fees into the house. Pronethehs
sees her vanishing form, asceitains who IT Is and warns
his brother against her As there ever were lover VINO
needed warning!
attracted and tempted by the mysterious chest she
resiss and down To sleep until he should re-
turn, who is her dawn her day" But, through the
ivory gate of dreams, temptation aga'h asSdlS h.I, anu
che wakes aud yields o it, She lifts the lii OF the cEes
and a dense mist arises which fills the room. PANDORA
falls scnscless ard Wild storm breaks without Inc
storm when it Passes leaves utter ruin and desoaton
behind IT, Epmcheus seeks Pandora; and the inter
view between them exduisitey imagined. She te'
him she dares ft her eyes to bis being no longer
worthy his She prays him Cor death, not pardon
At last lie discovers what has been her fault and cles
out an undone" but moment later, he Is ready to
assume all tie blame himself His fhe fault-his,
who had told her there secret and left her to temp
''''''"' Why did'st thou rctunl
Eternal absence would have been 10 me
The greatest punishment. 10 be LETT alone
And face Ia face with my own crime Lad been
JUS retrihron. Upon me. &c gods,
Let all your vengeance ian!
or nee and me-
LIDO not love thee less 10. what IS DONE
AMI cannot nc undolc. Thy very wrdsne's .
Hath brought thee nearer to me ana Hcncc'IID
u , love Will nave . sense Of pity he IL,
Making il less Il worship before.
PITY me rot; pity is degradation.
Love me and lij me.
Beautiful pandoral
Thou ant goddess SAM
am woman;
Aud the insurgcI, demon IN my nature
A. pity and compa,. sion yet me de;
What else remains ioi mes
LriuuTJs;
Youth, ropr, and love-
To luild new ll!t t' 70 ruined ne,
To lutRr fin iTi'r" itiltr man The past
And make "a, pas. aiua'ra troubled ir'an.
T;1u now. in pas Ira through ;ho garden walks,
Ruined and iu!l of nam; aud over me-
B,IciG tnc accompanying i4s,.s already
FANDuRA.
Auspcious omenl
NAY the LuMcHid"s
Put ont their torches md D.iuiH u rot
ana fling away ineit WHIPS OF scorpions
ANA touch a. not.
Ne ict Them punish.
(uT through >unni.ug, are rc,oncii,d
10 tho WluCrtil gods, and 20 ourselves
The mora. of thr poem in this last sennc of Pan
doras-tnis the leson which The part ing chorus OF tie
EumeniGes oncroes "1hC Masque oi Pandora - has m
it neither he FIRE nor the oscurii ofRo5cr Browning =
poems on Crccian subjects, II gentle. scholarly and
easy of uterprotaun-io bc read with pleasure rather
than with enthusiasm.
The volume contains also, 1.-THE Hanging Of the Crane
and Moriiml Saluamus," with both ~ which readers
of TN TRruNE familiar; Birds oi Passage mos;
OF which have sung I'm the AHGHic MoHf ana been re-
rntcd in the columns Of TIE TRIBUNE, and - Book OF
Sonacts These latter have given much more pleas
IRE lau ] am won't 70 receive from modern soructs.
Some o. them are very beautiful The fir. are m
Tie frs, sonnet. which speaks Of tie three together,
closes with these lines:
In vaia tretch my hand. to clasp their hands;
cannot fat them. Nothing now J. l"ft
But g majestic memory. IHct meanwhile
Wander together ia Els sian lands,
pcIclEncl remembering me- who am Jcror
o. thclr dear presence. and, remembering smile.
TIE one numbered " is 50 beautiful trou -hOUt and
so especially tender and touching III its conclusion, that
l will copy 10 ALL
".
River that seaeSt with sucA -lcit uace
Around the CRY oi tuc ID ld wlc.c lee
4 friend " he bore tny name, and whom these eyes
Shall see no more in lis accustomed place,
Iiuger ANA old him Ia thy sd; cn brace,
Ana say good night, fOl noT t!ic western skies
Are red with sunset. and gray iu.>i- d!Isr
Like damp thaI gather OF "a dead mans iace.
Good night! Good night; ~ We so OFT have said
Beneath ils ruot. at midnight, IN iIc days
That are no more, and shail 80 more return.
Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone TO bed;
| stay a little longer, one stays
TO cover MP the einbcf- that stIll burn.
In this sonnet there f. the Of the closing
day-the same looking back with tenderness and forward
with trust which made " Iurtur Sautdmus appeal