பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம்
Now, of a sudden, over that bright face
There fell the shadow of some troubled thought, As cloud, from purest dews
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Updrawn, makes sorrowful a star in heaven:
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And as a nightingale that having heard
A perfect music from some master's lyre, Steals into coverts lone,
With her own - melodies no more contented,
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But haunted by the strain, till then unknown,
Seeks to re- sing it back, herself to charm.
Seeks still and ever fails,
Missing the key - note which unlocks the music,-
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So, from her former pastimes in the choir
Of comrade virgins, stole Argiope,
Lone amid summer leaves
Brooding that thought which was her joy and trouble.
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The King discerned the change in his fair child,
And questioned oft, yet could not learn the cause; The sunny bridge between
The lip and heart which childhood builds was broken.
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Not more Aurora, stealing into heaven,
Conceals the mystic treasures of the deep
Whence with chaste blush she comes,
Than virgin bosoms guard their earliest secret.
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Omartes sought the priest, to whose wise heart
So dear the maiden, he was wont to say That grains of crackling salt
From her pure hand, upon the altar sprinkled,
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mutability of human affairs, is alone of all the Greeks reverenced by the Athenians.'-'Pausanias; Attics, c. xvil.
