Who gather all the golden virtues up
Vouchsafed to earth and trampled low by man.
See how they rise with their immortal store,
A moving radiance like the march of light,
And leave us dark for want of what they bear?
Far, far till stars must upward look to see—
A sapphire trail through the ethereal rose!
Now—earth and darkness—and you call it love!
[Sinks down]
Aris. [Lifting her] Fair soul, be mortal yet!