பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம்
Refused to. wander from the gate of horn,
To stars, scrolls, crystals, infants, demons, proof. Foiled of diviner lore
The Mage resumed his wisdom as a mortal; And since no Mage can own his science fails, But where that solves not, still solution finds, So he resought the King,
Grave-browed as one whose brain holds Truth new
Saying, 'O King, the shape thy dreams have glassed Is of the Colchian Mother of the Medes; When, on her dragon car,
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From faithless Jason rose subline Medea,
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Refuge at Athens she with Aegeus found;
To him espoused she bore one hero Medus, the Sire of Medes;
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And if that form no earthly shape resembles
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What marvel? for her beauty witched the world, Ev'n in an age when woman lured the gods; Retaining yet dread powers
(For memories die not) of her ancient magic,
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Her spirit lingers in these Orient airs,
And guards the children of her latest love,
Thus, hovering over thee,
She warms they heart to love in her - those children.
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As in her presence thou didst feel thy soul
Lodged in a temple, so the Queen commands
That thou restore the fanes
And deck the altars where her Medus worshipped;
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And in the spirit - breath which balmed the morn Is symbolized the incense on our shrines, Which, as thou renderest here,
Shall waft thee after death to the Immortals.
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