Claudius.
Shadowy shapes, phantasmal shadows
Are upon the wind projected.
Cynthia.
Lightnings like swift birds of fire
Dart along with burning tresses.
Claudius.
Lo! an earthquake's awful shudder
Makes the very mountains tremble.
Polemius.
Yes, the solid ground upheaveth,
And the mighty rock descendeth
O'er our heads.
Nisida.
While on the instant
Dulcet voices soft and tender
Issue from the cave's abysses.
Numerianus.
Rome to-day strange sights presenteth,
When a grave exhibits gladness,
And the sun displays resentment.
(A choir of angels is heard singing from within the cave.)
"Happy day, and happy doom,
May the gladsome world exclaim,
When the darksome cave became
Saint Daria's sacred tomb".
(A great rock falls from the mountain, and covers the tomb, over it is seen an angel.)
Angel.
This great cave which holds to-day
In its breast so great a treasure,
Never shall by foot be trodden;—
Thus it is I 've sealed and settled
This great mass of rock upon it,
Which doth shut it up for ever.
And in order that their ashes
On the wind be ne'er disperséd,
But while time itself endureth
Shall be honoured and respected,
This brief epitaph, this simple
Line shall tell this simple legend
To the ages that come after:
"Here the bodies are preservéd
Of Chrysanthus and Daria,
The two lover-saints of Heaven".