Amid the clouds must go and come again,
While we were darkling,—since he loved us both,
He should permit thee, at whatever price,
To live and carry out to heart's content
Soul's purpose, turn each thought to very deed,
Nor let Zeus lose the monarch meant in thee.
"To which Apollon, with a sunset smile,
Sadly—'and so should mortals arbitrate!
It were unseemly if they aped us Gods,
And, mindful of our chain of consequence,