| பதிப்பு : மனோன்மணியம் - நாடகம் | 357 |
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; 316 | 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 - captured: 320 | Saying, ‘O King, the shape thy dreams have glassed
Is of the Colchian Mother of the Medes;
When, on her dragon car,
From faithless Jason rose subline Medea, 324 | Refuge at Athens she with Aegeus found;
To him espoused she bore one hero - son,
Medus, the Sire of Medes;
And if that form no earthly shape resembles 328 | 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, 332 | 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. 336 | 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; 340 | 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. 344 |
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