["IV","PROMETHEUS\tAND\tIO The\t materials\t for\t this\t story\t are\t taken\t from\t two\t poets,\t the\t Greek\t Aeschylus\t and the\tRoman\tOvid,\tseparated\tfrom\teach\tother\tby\tfour\thundred\tand\tfifty\tyears\tand still\tmore\tby\ttheir\tgifts\tand\ttemperaments.\tThey\tare\tthe\tbest\tsources\tfor\tthe\ttale. It\tis\teasy\tto\tdistinguish\tthe\tparts\ttold\tby\teach,\tAeschylus\tgrave\tand\tdirect,\tOvid light\tand\tamusing.\tThe\ttouch\tabout\tlovers\u2019\tlies\tis\tcharacteristic\tof\tOvid,\tas\talso the\tlittle\tstory\tabout\tSyrinx. In\tthose\tdays\twhen\tPrometheus\thad\tjust\tgiven\tfire\tto\tmen\tand\twhen\the\twas\tfirst bound\t to\t the\t rocky\t peak\t on\t Caucasus,\t he\t had\t a\t strange\t visitor.\t A\t distracted fleeing\t creature\t came\t clambering\t awkwardly\t up\t over\t the\t cliffs\t and\t crags\t to where\the\tlay.\tIt\tlooked\tlike\ta\theifer,\tbut\ttalked\tlike\ta\tgirl\twho\tseemed\tmad\twith misery.\tThe\tsight\tof\tPrometheus\tstopped\ther\tshort.\tShe\tcried, This\tthat\tI\tsee\u2014 A\tform\tstorm-beaten, Bound\tto\tthe\trock. Did\tyou\tdo\twrong? Is\tthis\tyour\tpunishment? Where\tam\tI? Speak\tto\ta\twretched\twanderer. Enough\u2014I\thave\tbeen\ttried\tenough\u2014 My\twandering\u2014long\twandering. Yet\tI\thave\tfound\tnowhere To\tleave\tmy\tmisery. I\tam\ta\tgirl\twho\tspeak\tto\tyou, But\thorns\tare\ton\tmy\thead. Prometheus\trecognized\ther.\tHe\tknew\ther\tstory\tand\the\tspoke\ther\tname. I\tknow\tyou,\tgirl,\tInachus\u2019\tdaughter,\tIo. You\tmade\tthe\tgod\u2019s\theart\thot\twith\tlove And\tHera\thates\tyou.\tShe\tit\tis Who\tdrives\tyou\ton\tthis\tflight\tthat\tnever\tends.","Wonder\tchecked\tIo\u2019s\tfrenzy.\tShe\tstood\tstill,\tall\tamazed.\tHer\tname\u2014spoken by\tthis\tstrange\tbeing\tin\tthis\tstrange,\tlonely\tplace!\tShe\tbegged, Who\tare\tyou,\tsufferer,\tthat\tspeak\tthe\ttruth To\tone\twho\tsuffers? And\the\tanswered, You\tsee\tPrometheus\twho\tgave\tmortals\tfire. She\tknew\thim,\tthen,\tand\this\tstory. You\u2014he\twho\tsuccored\tthe\twhole\trace\tof\tmen? You,\tthat\tPrometheus,\tthe\tdaring,\tthe\tenduring? They\ttalked\tfreely\tto\teach\tother.\tHe\ttold\ther\thow\tZeus\thad\ttreated\thim,\tand she\ttold\thim\tthat\tZeus\twas\tthe\treason\twhy\tshe,\tonce\ta\tprincess\tand\ta\thappy\tgirl, had\tbeen\tchanged\tinto A\tbeast,\ta\tstarving\tbeast, That\tfrenzied\truns\twith\tclumsy\tleaps\tand\tbounds. Oh,\tshame\u2026 Zeus\u2019s\tjealous\twife,\tHera,\twas\tthe\tdirect\tcause\tof\ther\tmisfortunes,\tbut\tback of\tthem\tall\twas\tZeus\thimself.\tHe\tfell\tin\tlove\twith\ther,\tand\tsent Ever\tto\tmy\tmaiden\tchamber Visions\tof\tthe\tnight Persuading\tme\twith\tgentle\twords: \u201cO\thappy,\thappy\tgirl, Why\tare\tyou\tall\ttoo\tlong\ta\tmaid? The\tarrow\tof\tdesire\thas\tpierced\tZeus. For\tyou\the\tis\ton\tfire. With\tyou\tit\tis\this\twill\tto\tcapture\tlove.\u201d Always,\teach\tnight,\tsuch\tdreams\tpossessed\tme. But\tstill\tgreater\tthan\tZeus\u2019s\tlove\twas\this\tfear\tof\tHera\u2019s\tjealousy.\tHe\tacted, however,\twith\tvery\tlittle\twisdom\tfor\tthe\tFather\tof\tGods\tand\tMen\twhen\the\ttried to\thide\tIo\tand\thimself\tby\twrapping\tthe\tearth\tin\ta\tcloud\tso\tthick\tand\tdark\tthat\ta sudden\tnight\tseemed\tto\tdrive\tthe\tclear\tdaylight\taway.\tHera\tknew\tperfectly\twell that\tthere\twas\ta\treason\tfor\tthis\todd\toccurrence,\tand\tinstantly\tsuspected\ther husband.\tWhen\tshe\tcould\tnot\tfind\thim\tanywhere\tin\theaven\tshe\tglided\tswiftly down\tto\tthe\tearth\tand\tordered\tthe\tcloud\toff.\tBut\tZeus\ttoo\thad\tbeen\tquick.\tAs\tshe","down\tto\tthe\tearth\tand\tordered\tthe\tcloud\toff.\tBut\tZeus\ttoo\thad\tbeen\tquick.\tAs\tshe caught\tsight\tof\thim\the\twas\tstanding\tbeside\ta\tmost\tlovely\twhite\theifer\u2014Io,\tof course.\tHe\tswore\tthat\the\thad\tnever\tseen\ther\tuntil\tjust\tnow\twhen\tshe\thad\tsprung forth,\tnewborn,\tfrom\tthe\tearth.\tAnd\tthis,\tOvid\tsays,\tshows\tthat\tthe\tlies\tlovers tell\tdo\tnot\tanger\tthe\tgods.\tHowever,\tit\talso\tshows\tthat\tthey\tare\tnot\tvery\tuseful, for\tHera\tdid\tnot\tbelieve\ta\tword\tof\tit.\tShe\tsaid\tthe\theifer\twas\tvery\tpretty\tand would\tZeus\tplease\tmake\ther\ta\tpresent\tof\tit.\tSorry\tas\the\twas,\the\tsaw\tat\tonce\tthat to\trefuse\twould\tgive\tthe\twhole\tthing\taway.\tWhat\texcuse\tcould\the\tmake?\tAn insignificant\tlittle\tcow\u2026\tHe\tturned\tIo\treluctantly\tover\tto\this\twife\tand\tHera knew\tvery\twell\thow\tto\tkeep\ther\taway\tfrom\thim. She\tgave\ther\tinto\tthe\tcharge\tof\tArgus,\tan\texcellent\tarrangement\tfor\tHera\u2019s purpose,\tsince\tArgus\thad\ta\thundred\teyes.\tBefore\tsuch\ta\twatchman,\twho\tcould sleep\twith\tsome\tof\tthe\teyes\tand\tkeep\ton\tguard\twith\tthe\trest,\tZeus\tseemed helpless.\tHe\twatched\tIo\u2019s\tmisery,\tturned\tinto\ta\tbeast,\tdriven\tfrom\ther\thome;\the dared\tnot\tcome\tto\ther\thelp.\tAt\tlast,\thowever,\the\twent\tto\this\tson\tHermes,\tthe messenger\tof\tthe\tgods,\tand\ttold\thim\the\tmust\tfind\ta\tway\tto\tkill\tArgus.\tThere\twas no\tgod\tcleverer\tthan\tHermes.\tAs\tsoon\tas\the\thad\tsprung\tto\tearth\tfrom\theaven\the laid\taside\teverything\tthat\tmarked\thim\tas\ta\tgod\tand\tapproached\tArgus\tlike\ta country\tfellow,\tplaying\tvery\tsweetly\tupon\ta\tpipe\tof\treeds.\tArgus\twas\tpleased\tat the\tsound\tand\tcalled\tto\tthe\tmusician\tto\tcome\tnearer.\t\u201cYou\tmight\tas\twell\tsit\tby me\ton\tthis\trock,\u201d\the\tsaid,\t\u201cyou\tsee\tit\u2019s\tshady\u2014just\tright\tfor\tshepherds.\u201d\tNothing could\thave\tbeen\tbetter\tfor\tHermes\u2019\tplan,\tand\tyet\tnothing\thappened.\tHe\tplayed and\tthen\the\ttalked\ton\tand\ton,\tas\tdrowsily\tand\tmonotonously\tas\the\tcould;\tsome of\tthe\thundred\teyes\twould\tgo\tto\tsleep,\tbut\tsome\twere\talways\tawake.\tAt\tlast, however,\tone\tstory\twas\tsuccessful\u2014about\tthe\tgod\tPan,\thow\the\tloved\ta\tnymph named\tSyrinx\twho\tfled\tfrom\thim\tand\tjust\tas\the\twas\tabout\tto\tseize\ther\twas turned\tinto\ta\ttuft\tof\treeds\tby\ther\tsister\tnymphs.\tPan\tsaid,\t\u201cStill\tyou\tshall\tbe mine,\u201d\tand\the\tmade\tfrom\twhat\tshe\thad\tbecome A\tshepherd\u2019s\tpipe Of\treeds\twith\tbeeswax\tjoined. The\tlittle\tstory\tdoes\tnot\tseem\tespecially\ttiresome,\tas\tsuch\tstories\tgo,\tbut Argus\tfound\tit\tso.\tAll\tof\this\teyes\twent\tto\tsleep.\tHermes\tkilled\thim\tat\tonce,\tof course,\tbut\tHera\ttook\tthe\teyes\tand\tset\tthem\tin\tthe\ttail\tof\tthe\tpeacock,\ther favorite\tbird. It\tseemed\tthen\tthat\tIo\twas\tfree,\tbut\tno;\tHera\tat\tonce\tturned\ton\ther\tagain.\tShe sent\ta\tgad-fly\tto\tplague\ther,\twhich\tstung\ther\tto\tmadness.\tIo\ttold\tPrometheus, He\tdrives\tme\tall\talong\tthe\tlong\tsea\tstrand. I\tmay\tnot\tstop\tfor\tfood\tor\tdrink.","He\twill\tnot\tlet\tme\tsleep. Prometheus\ttried\tto\tcomfort\ther,\tbut\the\tcould\tpoint\ther\tonly\tto\tthe\tdistant future.\tWhat\tlay\timmediately\tbefore\ther\twas\tstill\tmore\twandering\tand\tin fearsome\tlands.\tTo\tbe\tsure,\tthe\tpart\tof\tthe\tsea\tshe\tfirst\tran\talong\tin\ther\tfrenzy would\tbe\tcalled\tIonian\tafter\ther,\tand\tthe\tBosphorus,\twhich\tmeans\tthe\tFord\tof the\tCow,\twould\tpreserve\tthe\tmemory\tof\twhen\tshe\twent\tthrough\tit,\tbut\ther\treal consolation\tmust\tbe\tthat\tat\tlong\tlast\tshe\twould\treach\tthe\tNile,\twhere\tZeus\twould restore\ther\tto\ther\thuman\tform.\tShe\twould\tbear\thim\ta\tson\tnamed\tEpaphus,\tand live\tforever\tafter\thappy\tand\thonored.\tAnd Know\tthis,\tthat\tfrom\tyour\trace\twill\tspring One\tglorious\twith\tthe\tbow,\tbold-hearted, And\the\tshall\tset\tme\tfree. Io\u2019s\tdescendant\twould\tbe\tHercules,\tgreatest\tof\theroes,\tthan\twhom\thardly\tthe gods\twere\tgreater,\tand\tto\twhom\tPrometheus\twould\towe\this\tfreedom.","EUROPA This\t story,\t so\t like\t the\t Renaissance\t idea\t of\t the\t classical\u2014fantastic,\t delicately decorated,\t bright-colored\u2014is\t taken\t entirely\t from\t a\t poem\t of\t the\t third-century Alexandrian\tpoet\tMoschus,\tby\tfar\tthe\tbest\taccount\tof\tit. Io\twas\tnot\tthe\tonly\tgirl\twho\tgained\tgeographical\tfame\tbecause\tZeus\tfell\tin\tlove with\t her.\t There\t was\t another,\t known\t far\t more\t widely\u2014Europa,\t the\t daughter\t of the\t King\t of\t Sidon.\t But\t whereas\t the\t wretched\t Io\t had\t to\t pay\t dearly\t for\t the distinction,\t Europa\t was\t exceedingly\t fortunate.\t Except\t for\t a\t few\t moments\t of terror\twhen\tshe\tfound\therself\tcrossing\tthe\tdeep\tsea\ton\tthe\tback\tof\ta\tbull\tshe\tdid not\tsuffer\tat\tall.\tThe\tstory\tdoes\tnot\tsay\twhat\tHera\twas\tabout\tat\tthe\ttime,\tbut\tit\tis clear\tthat\tshe\twas\toff\tguard\tand\ther\thusband\tfree\tto\tdo\tas\the\tpleased. Up\tin\theaven\tone\tspring\tmorning\tas\the\tidly\twatched\tthe\tearth,\tZeus\tsuddenly saw\ta\tcharming\tspectacle.\tEuropa\thad\twaked\tearly,\ttroubled\tjust\tas\tIo\thad\tbeen by\ta\tdream,\tonly\tthis\ttime\tnot\tof\ta\tgod\twho\tloved\ther\tbut\tof\ttwo\tContinents\twho each\tin\tthe\tshape\tof\ta\twoman\ttried\tto\tpossess\ther,\tAsia\tsaying\tthat\tshe\thad\tgiven her\tbirth\tand\ttherefore\towned\ther,\tand\tthe\tother,\tas\tyet\tnameless,\tdeclaring\tthat Zeus\twould\tgive\tthe\tmaiden\tto\ther. Once\tawake\tfrom\tthis\tstrange\tvision\twhich\thad\tcome\tat\tdawn,\tthe\ttime\twhen true\tdreams\toftenest\tvisit\tmortals,\tEuropa\tdecided\tnot\tto\ttry\tto\tgo\tto\tsleep\tagain, but\tto\tsummon\ther\tcompanions,\tgirls\tborn\tin\tthe\tsame\tyear\tas\therself\tand\tall\tof noble\t birth,\t to\t go\t out\t with\t her\t to\t the\t lovely\t blooming\t meadows\t near\t the\t sea. Here\t was\t their\t favorite\t meeting\t place,\t whether\t they\t wanted\t to\t dance\t or\t bathe their\tfair\tbodies\tat\tthe\triver\tmouth\tor\tgather\tflowers. This\ttime\tall\thad\tbrought\tbaskets,\tknowing\tthat\tthe\tflowers\twere\tnow\tat\ttheir perfection.\tEuropa\u2019s\twas\tof\tgold,\texquisitely\tchased\twith\tfigures\twhich\tshowed, oddly\t enough,\t the\t story\t of\t Io,\t her\t journeys\t in\t the\t shape\t of\t a\t cow,\t the\t death\t of Argus,\tand\tZeus\tlightly\ttouching\ther\twith\this\tdivine\thand\tand\tchanging\ther\tback into\ta\twoman.\tIt\twas,\tas\tmay\tbe\tperceived,\ta\tmarvel\tworth\tgazing\tupon,\tand\thad been\t made\t by\t no\t less\t a\t personage\t than\t Hephaestus,\t the\t celestial\t workman\t of Olympus. Lovely\t as\t the\t basket\t was,\t there\t were\t flowers\t as\t lovely\t to\t fill\t it\t with,\t sweet-","smelling\tnarcissus\tand\thyacinths\tand\tviolets\tand\tyellow\tcrocus,\tand\tmost\tradiant of\tall,\tthe\tcrimson\tsplendor\tof\tthe\twild\trose.\tThe\tgirls\tgathered\tthem\tdelightedly, wandering\there\tand\tthere\tover\tthe\tmeadow,\teach\tone\ta\tmaiden\tfairest\tamong\tthe fair;\t yet\t even\t so,\t Europa\t shone\t out\t among\t them\t as\t the\t Goddess\t of\t Love outshines\tthe\tsister\tGraces.\tAnd\tit\twas\tthat\tvery\tGoddess\tof\tLove\twho\tbrought about\twhat\tnext\thappened.\tAs\tZeus\tin\theaven\twatched\tthe\tpretty\tscene,\tshe\twho alone\tcan\tconquer\tZeus\u2014along\twith\ther\tson,\tthe\tmischievous\tboy\tCupid\u2014shot one\t of\t her\t shafts\t into\t his\t heart,\t and\t that\t very\t instant\t he\t fell\t madly\t in\t love\t with Europa.\t Even\t though\t Hera\t was\t away,\t he\t thought\t it\t well\t to\t be\t cautious,\t and before\t appearing\t to\t Europa\t he\t changed\t himself\t into\t a\t bull.\t Not\t such\t a\t one\t as you\t might\t see\t in\t a\t stall\t or\t grazing\t in\t a\t field,\t but\t one\t beautiful\t beyond\t all\t bulls that\t ever\t were,\t bright\t chestnut\t in\t color,\t with\t a\t silver\t circle\t on\t his\t brow\t and horns\t like\t the\t crescent\t of\t the\t young\t moon.\t He\t seemed\t so\t gentle\t as\t well\t as\t so lovely\t that\t the\t girls\t were\t not\t frightened\t at\t his\t coming,\t but\t gathered\t around\t to caress\t him\t and\t to\t breathe\t the\t heavenly\t fragrance\t that\t came\t from\t him,\t sweeter even\tthan\tthat\tof\tthe\tflowery\tmeadow.\tIt\twas\tEuropa\the\tdrew\ttoward,\tand\tas\tshe gently\t touched\t him,\t he\t lowed\t so\t musically,\t no\t flute\t could\t give\t forth\t a\t more melodious\tsound. Then\the\tlay\tdown\tbefore\ther\tfeet\tand\tseemed\tto\tshow\ther\this\tbroad\tback,\tand she\tcried\tto\tthe\tothers\tto\tcome\twith\ther\tand\tmount\thim. For\tsurely\the\twill\tbear\tus\ton\this\tback, He\tis\tso\tmild\tand\tdear\tand\tgentle\tto\tbehold. He\tis\tnot\tlike\ta\tbull,\tbut\tlike\ta\tgood,\ttrue\tman, Except\the\tcannot\tspeak. Smiling\t she\t sat\t down\t on\t his\t back,\t but\t the\t others,\t quick\t though\t they\t were\t to follow\t her,\t had\t no\t chance.\t The\t bull\t leaped\t up\t and\t at\t full\t speed\t rushed\t to\t the seashore\tand\tthen\tnot\tinto,\tbut\tover,\tthe\twide\twater.\tAs\the\twent\tthe\twaves\tgrew smooth\t before\t him\t and\t a\t whole\t procession\t rose\t up\t from\t the\t deep\t and accompanied\t him\u2014the\t strange\t sea-gods,\t Nereids\t riding\t upon\t dolphins,\t and Tritons\t blowing\t their\t horns,\t and\t the\t mighty\t Master\t of\t the\t Sea\t himself,\t Zeus\u2019s own\tbrother. Europa,\t frightened\t equally\t by\t the\t wondrous\t creatures\t she\t saw\t and\t the moving\twaters\tall\taround,\tclung\twith\tone\thand\tto\tthe\tbull\u2019s\tgreat\thorn\tand\twith the\tother\tcaught\tup\ther\tpurple\tdress\tto\tkeep\tit\tdry,\tand\tthe\twinds","Swelled\tout\tthe\tdeep\tfolds\teven\tas\ta\tsail Swells\ton\ta\tship,\tand\tever\tgently\tthus They\twafted\ther. No\t bull\t could\t this\t be,\t thought\t Europa,\t but\t most\t certainly\t a\t god;\t and\t she spoke\t pleadingly\t to\t him,\t begging\t him\t to\t pity\t her\t and\t not\t leave\t her\t in\t some strange\t place\t all\t alone.\t He\t spoke\t to\t her\t in\t answer\t and\t showed\t her\t she\t had guessed\trightly\twhat\the\twas.\tShe\thad\tno\tcause\tto\tfear,\the\ttold\ther.\tHe\twas\tZeus, greatest\tof\tgods,\tand\tall\the\twas\tdoing\twas\tfrom\tlove\tof\ther.\tHe\twas\ttaking\ther\tto Crete,\t his\t own\t island,\t where\t his\t mother\t had\t hidden\t him\t from\t Cronus\t when\t he was\tborn,\tand\tthere\tshe\twould\tbear\thim Glorious\tsons\twhose\tsceptres\tshall\thold\tsway Over\tall\tmen\ton\tearth. Everything\thappened,\tof\tcourse,\tas\tZeus\thad\tsaid.\tCrete\tcame\tinto\tsight;\tthey landed,\tand\tthe\tSeasons,\tthe\tgatekeepers\tof\tOlympus,\tarrayed\ther\tfor\ther\tbridal. Her\tsons\twere\tfamous\tmen,\tnot\tonly\tin\tthis\tworld\tbut\tin\tthe\tnext\u2014where\ttwo\tof them,\t Minos\t and\t Rhadamanthus,\t were\t rewarded\t for\t their\t justice\t upon\t the\t earth by\tbeing\tmade\tthe\tjudges\tof\tthe\tdead.\tBut\ther\town\tname\tremains\tthe\tbest\tknown of\tall.","THE\tCYCLOPS\tPOLYPHEMUS The\tfirst\tpart\tof\tthis\tstory\tgoes\tback\tto\tthe\tOdyssey;\tthe\tsecond\tpart\tis\ttold\tonly by\tthe\tthird-century\tAlexandrian\tpoet\tTheocritus;\tthe\tlast\tpart\tcould\thave\tbeen written\tby\tno\tone\texcept\tthe\tsatirist\tLucian,\tin\tthe\tsecond\tcentury\tA.D.\tAt\tleast\ta thousand\t years\t separate\t the\t beginning\t from\t the\t end.\t Homer\u2019s\t vigor\t and\t power of\t storytelling,\t the\t pretty\t fancies\t of\t Theocritus,\t the\t smart\t cynicism\t of\t Lucian, illustrate\tin\ttheir\tdegree\tthe\tcourse\tof\tGreek\tliterature. All\t the\t monstrous\t forms\t of\t life\t which\t were\t first\t created,\t the\t hundred-handed creatures,\tthe\tGiants,\tand\tso\ton,\twere\tpermanently\tbanished\tfrom\tthe\tearth\twhen they\thad\tbeen\tconquered,\twith\tthe\tsingle\texception\tof\tthe\tCyclopes.\tThey\twere allowed\t to\t come\t back,\t and\t they\t became\t finally\t great\t favorites\t of\t Zeus.\t They were\t wonderful\t workmen\t and\t they\t forged\t his\t thunderbolts.\t At\t first\t there\t had been\tonly\tthree,\tbut\tlater\tthere\twere\tmany.\tZeus\tgave\tthem\ta\thome\tin\ta\tfortunate country\t where\t the\t vineyards\t and\t cornlands,\t unplowed\t and\t unsown,\t bore\t fruits plenteously.\tThey\thad\tgreat\tflocks\tof\tsheep\tand\tgoats\tas\twell,\tand\tthey\tlived\tat their\tease.\tTheir\tfierceness\tand\tsavage\ttemper,\thowever,\tdid\tnot\tgrow\tless;\tthey had\tno\tlaws\tor\tcourts\tof\tjustice,\tbut\teach\tone\tdid\tas\the\tpleased.\tIt\twas\tnot\ta\tgood country\tfor\tstrangers. Ages\t after\t Prometheus\t was\t punished,\t when\t the\t descendants\t of\t the\t men\t he helped\t had\t grown\t civilized\t and\t had\t learned\t to\t build\t far-sailing\t ships,\t a\t Greek prince\t beached\t his\t boat\t on\t the\t shore\t of\t this\t dangerous\t land.\t His\t name\t was Odysseus\t(Ulysses\tin\tLatin)\tand\the\twas\ton\this\tway\thome\tafter\tthe\tdestruction\tof Troy.\tIn\tthe\thardest\tbattle\the\thad\tfought\twith\tthe\tTrojans,\the\thad\tnever\tcome\tas near\tto\tdeath\tas\the\tdid\tthen. Not\t far\t from\t the\t spot\t where\t his\t crew\t had\t made\t the\t vessel\t fast\t was\t a\t cave, open\ttoward\tthe\tsea\tand\tvery\tlofty.\tIt\tlooked\tinhabited;\tthere\twas\ta\tstrong\tfence before\t the\t entrance.\t Odysseus\t started\t off\t to\t explore\t it\t with\t twelve\t of\t his\t men. They\t were\t in\t need\t of\t food\t and\t he\t took\t with\t him\t a\t goatskin\t full\t of\t very\t potent and\t mellow\t wine\t to\t give\t whoever\t lived\t there\t in\t return\t for\t hospitality.\t The\t gate in\tthe\tfence\twas\tnot\tclosed\tand\tthey\tmade\ttheir\tway\tinto\tthe\tcave.\tNo\tone\twas there,\tbut\tit\twas\tclearly\tthe\tdwelling\tof\tsome\tvery\tprosperous\tperson.\tAlong\tthe","sides\t of\t the\t cave\t were\t many\t crowded\t pens\t of\t lambs\t and\t kids.\t Also\t there\t were racks\t full\t of\t cheeses\t and\t pails\t brimming\t with\t milk,\t delightful\t to\t the\t sea-worn travelers\twho\tate\tand\tdrank\tas\tthey\twaited\tfor\tthe\tmaster.","","PLATE\tIII Odysseus\tand\this\tmen\tencounter\tthe\tCyclops","At\tlast\the\tcame,\thideous\tand\thuge,\ttall\tas\ta\tgreat\tmountain\tcrag.\tDriving\this flock\tbefore\thim\the\tentered\tand\tclosed\tthe\tcave\u2019s\tmouth\twith\ta\tponderous\tslab of\tstone.\tThen\tlooking\taround\the\tcaught\tsight\tof\tthe\tstrangers,\tand\tcried\tout\tin\ta dreadful\t booming\t voice,\t \u201cWho\t are\t you\t who\t enter\t unbidden\t the\t house\t of Polyphemus?\tTraders\tor\tthieving\tpirates?\u201d\tThey\twere\tterror-stricken\tat\tthe\tsight and\t sound\t of\t him,\t but\t Odysseus\t made\t swift\t to\t answer,\t and\t firmly,\t too: \u201cShipwrecked\t warriors\t from\t Troy\t are\t we,\t and\t your\t suppliants,\t under\t the protection\t of\t Zeus,\t the\t suppliants\u2019\t god.\u201d\t But\t Polyphemus\t roared\t out\t that\t he cared\t not\t for\t Zeus.\t He\t was\t bigger\t than\t any\t god\t and\t feared\t none\t of\t them.\t With that,\the\tstretched\tout\this\tmighty\tarms\tand\tin\teach\tgreat\thand\the\tseized\tone\tof\tthe men\tand\tdashed\this\tbrains\tout\ton\tthe\tground.\tSlowly\the\tfeasted\toff\tthem\tto\tthe last\t shred,\t and\t then,\t satisfied,\t stretched\t himself\t out\t across\t the\t cavern\t and\t slept. He\twas\tsafe\tfrom\tattack.\tNo\tone\tbut\the\tcould\troll\tback\tthe\thuge\tstone\tbefore\tthe door,\t and\t if\t the\t horrified\t men\t had\t been\t able\t to\t summon\t courage\t and\t strength enough\tto\tkill\thim\tthey\twould\thave\tbeen\timprisoned\tthere\tforever. During\t that\t long\t terrible\t night\t Odysseus\t faced\t the\t awful\t thing\t that\t had happened\tand\twould\thappen\tto\tevery\tone\tof\tthem\tif\the\tcould\tnot\tthink\tout\tsome way\t of\t escape.\t But\t by\t the\t time\t day\t had\t dawned\t and\t the\t flock\t gathering\t at\t the entrance\twoke\tthe\tCyclops\tup,\tno\tidea\tat\tall\thad\tcome\tto\thim.\tHe\thad\tto\twatch two\t more\t of\t his\t company\t die,\t for\t Polyphemus\t breakfasted\t as\t he\t had\t supped. Then\the\tdrove\tout\this\tflock,\tmoving\tback\tthe\tbig\tblock\tat\tthe\tdoor\tand\tpushing it\t into\t place\t again\t as\t easily\t as\t a\t man\t opens\t and\t shuts\t the\t lid\t to\t his\t quiver. Throughout\tthe\tday,\tshut\tin\tthe\tcave,\tOdysseus\tthought\tand\tthought.\tFour\tof\this men\t had\t perished\t hideously.\t Must\t they\t all\t go\t the\t same\t dreadful\t way?\t At\t last\t a plan\t shaped\t itself\t in\t his\t mind.\t An\t enormous\t timber\t lay\t near\t the\t pens,\t as\t long and\t as\t thick\t as\t the\t mast\t of\t a\t twenty-oared\t ship.\t From\t this\t he\t cut\t off\t a\t good piece,\tand\tthen\the\tand\this\tmen\tsharpened\tit\tand\thardened\tthe\tpoint\tby\tturning\tit round\t and\t round\t in\t the\t fire.\t They\t had\t finished\t and\t hidden\t it\t by\t the\t time\t the Cyclops\t came\t back.\t There\t followed\t the\t same\t horrible\t feast\t as\t before.\t When\t it was\tover\tOdysseus\tfilled\ta\tcup\twith\this\town\twine\tthat\the\thad\tbrought\twith\thim and\t offered\t it\t to\t the\t Cyclops.\t He\t emptied\t it\t with\t delight\t and\t demanded\t more, and\tOdysseus\tpoured\tfor\thim\tuntil\tfinally\ta\tdrunken\tsleep\tovercame\thim.\tThen Odysseus\tand\this\tmen\tdrew\tout\tthe\tgreat\tstake\tfrom\tits\thiding-place\tand\theated the\t point\t in\t the\t fire\t until\t it\t almost\t burst\t into\t flame.\t Some\t power\t from\t on\t high breathed\ta\tmad\tcourage\tinto\tthem\tand\tthey\tdrove\tthe\tred-hot\tspike\tright\tinto\tthe Cyclops\u2019\t eye.\t With\t an\t awful\t scream\t he\t sprang\t up\t and\t wrenched\t the\t point\t out. This\tway\tand\tthat\the\tflung\taround\tthe\tcavern\tsearching\tfor\this\ttormentors,\tbut,","blind\tas\the\twas,\tthey\twere\table\tto\tslip\taway\tfrom\thim. At\t last\t he\t pushed\t aside\t the\t stone\t at\t the\t entrance\t and\t sat\t down\t there, stretching\t his\t arms\t across,\t thinking\t thus\t to\t catch\t them\t when\t they\t tried\t to\t get away.\tBut\tOdysseus\thad\tmade\ta\tplan\tfor\tthis,\ttoo.\tHe\tbade\teach\tman\tchoose\tout three\t thick-fleeced\t rams\t and\t bind\t them\t together\t with\t strong,\t pliant\t strips\t of bark;\t then\t to\t wait\t for\t day,\t when\t the\t flock\t would\t be\t sent\t out\t to\t pasture.\t At\t last the\t dawn\t came\t and\t as\t the\t beasts\t crowding\t through\t the\t entrance\t passed\t out Polyphemus\t felt\t them\t over\t to\t be\t sure\t no\t one\t carried\t a\t man\t on\t his\t back.\t He never\tthought\tto\tfeel\tunderneath,\tbut\tthat\twas\twhere\tthe\tmen\twere,\teach\ttucked under\t the\t middle\t ram,\t holding\t on\t to\t the\t great\t fleece.\t Once\t out\t of\t that\t fearful place\tthey\tdropped\tto\tthe\tground\tand,\thurrying\tto\tthe\tship,\tin\tno\ttime\tlaunched\tit and\t were\t aboard.\t But\t Odysseus\t was\t too\t angry\t to\t leave\t in\t prudent\t silence.\t He sent\t a\t great\t shout\t over\t the\t water\t to\t the\t blind\t giant\t at\t the\t cave\u2019s\t mouth.\t \u201cSo, Cyclops,\tyou\twere\tnot\tquite\tstrong\tenough\tto\teat\tall\tof\tthe\tpuny\tmen?\tYou\tare rightly\tpunished\tfor\twhat\tyou\tdid\tto\tthose\twho\twere\tguests\tin\tyour\thouse.\u201d The\twords\tstung\tPolyphemus\tto\tthe\theart.\tUp\the\tsprang\tand\ttore\ta\tgreat\tcrag from\t the\t mountain\t and\t flung\t it\t at\t the\t ship.\t It\t came\t within\t a\t hair\u2019s\t breadth\t of crushing\t the\t prow,\t and\t with\t the\t backwash\t the\t boat\t was\t borne\t landward.\t The crew\tput\tall\ttheir\tstrength\tinto\ttheir\toars\tand\tjust\tsucceeded\tin\tpulling\tout\tto\tsea. When\t Odysseus\t saw\t that\t they\t were\t safely\t away,\t he\t cried\t again\t tauntingly, \u201cCyclops,\t Odysseus,\t wrecker\t of\t cities,\t put\t out\t your\t eye,\t and\t do\t you\t so\t tell anyone\twho\tasks.\u201d\tBut\tthey\twere\ttoo\tfar\toff\tby\tthen;\tthe\tgiant\tcould\tdo\tnothing. He\tsat\tblinded\ton\tthe\tshore. This\t was\t the\t only\t story\t told\t about\t Polyphemus\t for\t many\t years.\t Centuries passed\tand\the\twas\tstill\tthe\tsame,\ta\tfrightful\tmonster,\tshapeless,\thuge,\this\teye\tput out.\t But\t finally\t he\t changed,\t as\t what\t is\t ugly\t and\t evil\t is\t apt\t to\t change\t and\t grow milder\t with\t time.\t Perhaps\t some\t storyteller\t saw\t the\t helpless,\t suffering\t creature Odysseus\t left\t behind\t as\t a\t thing\t to\t be\t pitied.\t At\t all\t events,\t the\t next\t story\t about him\t shows\t him\t in\t a\t very\t pleasing\t light,\t not\t terrifying\t at\t all,\t but\t a\t most\t poor credulous\t monster,\t a\t most\t ridiculous\t monster,\t quite\t aware\t of\t how\t hideous\t and uncouth\tand\trepulsive\the\twas,\tand\ttherefore\twretched,\tbecause\the\twas\tmadly\tin love\t with\t the\t charming,\t mocking\t sea\t nymph,\t Galatea.\t By\t this\t time\t the\t place where\t he\t lived\t was\t Sicily\t and\t he\t had\t somehow\t got\t his\t eye\t back,\t perhaps\t by some\t miracle\t of\t his\t father\t who\t in\t this\t story\t is\t Poseidon,\t the\t great\t God\t of\t the Sea.\t The\t lovelorn\t giant\t knew\t Galatea\t would\t never\t have\t him;\t his\t case\t was hopeless.\tAnd\tyet,\twhenever\this\tpain\tmade\thim\tharden\this\theart\tagainst\ther\tand bid\t himself,\t \u201cMilk\t the\t ewe\t you\t have;\t why\t pursue\t what\t shuns\t you?\u201d\t the\t minx","would\t come\t softly\t stealing\t near\t him;\t then\t suddenly\t a\t shower\t of\t apples\t would pelt\this\tflock\tand\ther\tvoice\twould\tring\tin\this\tears\tcalling\thim\ta\tlaggard\tin\tlove. But\t no\t sooner\t was\t he\t up\t and\t after\t her\t than\t she\t would\t be\t off,\t laughing\t at\t his slow\t clumsiness\t as\t he\t tried\t to\t follow\t her.\t All\t he\t could\t do\t was\t again\t to\t sit wretched\tand\thelpless\ton\tthe\tshore,\tbut\tthis\ttime\tnot\ttrying\tin\tfury\tto\tkill\tpeople, only\tsinging\tmournful\tlove\tsongs\tto\tsoften\tthe\tsea\tnymph\u2019s\theart. In\ta\tmuch\tlater\tstory,\tGalatea\tturned\tkind,\tnot\tbecause\tthe\texquisite,\tdelicate, milk-white\t maid,\t as\t Polyphemus\t called\t her\t in\t his\t songs,\t fell\t in\t love\t with\t the hideous\tone-eyed\tcreature\t(in\tthis\ttale,\ttoo,\the\thas\tgot\tback\this\teye),\tbut\tbecause she\tprudently\treflected\tthat\the\twas\tthe\tfavored\tson\tof\tthe\tLord\tof\tthe\tSea\tand\tby no\t means\t to\t be\t despised.\t So\t she\t told\t her\t sister\t nymph,\t Doris,\t who\t had\t rather hoped\t to\t attract\t the\t Cyclops\t herself,\t and\t who\t began\t the\t talk\t by\t saying scornfully,\t \u201cA\t fine\t lover\t you\u2019ve\t got\u2014that\t Sicilian\t shepherd.\t Everybody\u2019s talking\tabout\tit.\u201d GALATEA:\tNone\tof\tyour\tairs,\tplease.\tHe\u2019s\tthe\tson\tof\tPoseidon.\tThere! DORIS:\t Zeus\u2019s,\t for\t all\t I\t care.\t One\t thing\u2019s\t certain\u2014he\u2019s\t an\t ugly,\t ill-mannered brute. GALATEA:\t Just\t let\t me\t tell\t you,\t Doris,\t there\u2019s\t something\t very\t manly\t about\t him. Of\t course\t it\u2019s\t true\t he\u2019s\t got\t only\t one\t eye,\t but\t he\t sees\t as\t well\t with\t it\t as\t if\t he had\ttwo. DORIS:\tIt\tsounds\tas\tif\tyou\twere\tin\tlove\tyourself. GALATEA:\t I\t in\t love\u2014with\t Polyphemus!\t Not\t I\u2014but\t of\t course\t I\t can\t guess\t why you\u2019re\ttalking\tlike\tthis.\tYou\tknow\tperfectly\twell\the\thas\tnever\tnoticed\tyou\u2014 only\tme. DORIS:\tA\tshepherd\twith\tonly\tone\teye\tthinks\tyou\thandsome!\tThat\u2019s\tsomething\tto be\t proud\t of.\t Anyway,\t you\t won\u2019t\t have\t to\t cook\t for\t him.\t He\t can\t make\t a\t very good\tmeal\toff\ta\ttraveler,\tI\tunderstand. But\t Polyphemus\t never\t won\t Galatea.\t She\t fell\t in\t love\t with\t a\t beautiful\t young prince\tnamed\tAcis,\twhom\tPolyphemus,\tfuriously\tjealous,\tkilled.\tHowever,\tAcis was\tchanged\tinto\ta\triver-god,\tso\tthat\tstory\tended\twell.\tBut\twe\tare\tnot\ttold\tthat Polyphemus\t ever\t loved\t any\t maiden\t except\t Galatea,\t or\t that\t any\t maiden\t ever loved\tPolyphemus.","","FLOWER-MYTHS:\tNARCISSUS,\tHYACINTH,\tADONIS The\t first\t story\t about\t the\t creation\t of\t the\t narcissus\t is\t told\t only\t in\t an\t early Homeric\t Hymn\t of\t the\t seventh\t or\t eighth\t century,\t the\t second\t I\t have\t taken\t from Ovid.\tThere\tis\tan\timmense\tdifference\tbetween\tthe\ttwo\tpoets,\twho\tare\tseparated from\t each\t other\t not\t only\t by\t six\t or\t seven\t hundred\t years,\t but\t also\t by\t the fundamental\tdifference\tbetween\tthe\tGreek\tand\tthe\tRoman.\tThe\tHymn\tis\twritten objectively,\t simply,\t without\t a\t touch\t of\t affectation.\t The\t poet\t is\t thinking\t of\t his subject.\t Ovid\t is\t as\t always\t thinking\t of\t his\t audience.\t But\t he\t tells\t this\t story\t well. The\t bit\t about\t the\t ghost\t trying\t to\t look\t at\t itself\t in\t the\t river\t of\t death\t is\t a\t subtle touch\t which\t is\t quite\t characteristic\t of\t him\t and\t quite\t unlike\t any\t Greek\t writer. Euripides\t gives\t the\t best\t account\t of\t the\t festival\t of\t Hyacinthus;\t Apollodorus\t and Ovid\tboth\ttell\this\tstory.\tWhenever\tthere\tis\tany\tvividness\tin\tmy\tnarrative\tit\tmay be\tascribed\tsecurely\tto\tOvid.\tApollodorus\tnever\tdeviates\tinto\tanything\tlike\tthat. Adonis\tI\thave\ttaken\tfrom\ttwo\tthird-century\tpoets,\tTheocritus\tand\tBion.\tThe\ttale is\t typical\t of\t the\t Alexandrian\t poets,\t tender,\t a\t little\t soft,\t but\t always\t in\t exquisite taste. In\t Greece\t there\t are\t most\t lovely\t wild\t flowers.\t They\t would\t be\t beautiful anywhere,\t but\t Greece\t is\t not\t a\t rich\t and\t fertile\t country\t of\t wide\t meadows\t and fruitful\tfields\twhere\tflowers\tseem\tat\thome.\tIt\tis\ta\tland\tof\trocky\tways\tand\tstony hills\tand\trugged\tmountains,\tand\tin\tsuch\tplaces\tthe\texquisite\tvivid\tbloom\tof\tthe wild\tflowers, A\tprofusion\tof\tdelight, Gay,\tbewilderingly\tbright, comes\tas\ta\tstartling\tsurprise.\tBleak\theights\tare\tcarpeted\tin\tradiant\tcolors;\tevery crack\t and\t crevice\t of\t a\t frowning\t crag\t blossoms.\t The\t contrast\t of\t this\t laughing, luxuriant\t beauty\t with\t the\t clear-cut,\t austere\t grandeur\t all\t around\t arrests\t the attention\t sharply.\t Elsewhere\t wild\t flowers\t may\t be\t little\t noticed\u2014but\t never\t in Greece. That\twas\tas\ttrue\tin\tthe\tdays\tof\told\tas\tit\tis\tnow.\tIn\tthe\tfaraway\tages\twhen\tthe","tales\tof\tGreek\tmythology\twere\ttaking\tshape\tmen\tfound\tthe\tbrilliant\tblossoms\tof the\t Greek\t spring\t a\t wonder\t and\t a\t delight.\t Those\t people\t separated\t from\t us\t by thousands\t of\t years,\t and\t almost\t completely\t unknown\t to\t us,\t felt\t as\t we\t do\t before that\t miracle\t of\t loveliness,\t each\t flower\t so\t delicate,\t yet\t all\t together\t covering\t the land\t like\t a\trainbow\t mantle\tflung\tover\t the\t hills.\t The\tfirst\tstorytellers\tin\t Greece told\tstory\tafter\tstory\tabout\tthem,\thow\tthey\thad\tbeen\tcreated\tand\twhy\tthey\twere so\tbeautiful. It\t was\t the\t most\t natural\t thing\t possible\t to\t connect\t them\t with\t the\t gods.\t All things\tin\theaven\tand\tearth\twere\tmysteriously\tlinked\twith\tthe\tdivine\tpowers,\tbut beautiful\tthings\tmost\tof\tall.\tOften\tan\tespecially\texquisite\tflower\twas\theld\tto\tbe the\tdirect\tcreation\tof\ta\tgod\tfor\this\town\tpurpose.\tThat\twas\ttrue\tof\tthe\tnarcissus, which\twas\tnot\tlike\tours\tof\tthat\tname,\tbut\ta\tlovely\tbloom\tof\tglowing\tpurple\tand silver.\t Zeus\t called\t it\t into\t being\t to\t help\t his\t brother,\t the\t lord\t of\t the\t dark underworld,\t when\t he\t wanted\t to\t carry\t away\t the\t maiden\t he\t had\t fallen\t in\t love with,\t Demeter\u2019s\t daughter,\t Persephone.\t She\t was\t gathering\t flowers\t with\t her companions\tin\tthe\tvale\tof\tEnna,\tin\ta\tmeadow\tof\tsoft\tgrass\tand\troses\tand\tcrocus and\t lovely\t violets\t and\t iris\t and\t hyacinths.\t Suddenly\t she\t caught\t sight\t of something\tquite\tnew\tto\ther,\ta\tbloom\tmore\tbeautiful\tby\tfar\tthan\tany\tshe\thad\tever seen,\ta\tstrange\tglory\tof\ta\tflower,\ta\tmarvel\tto\tall,\timmortal\tgods\tand\tmortal\tmen. A\thundred\tblossoms\tgrew\tup\tfrom\tthe\troots,\tand\tthe\tfragrance\twas\tvery\tsweet. The\tbroad\tsky\tabove\tand\tthe\twhole\tearth\tlaughed\tto\tsee\tit,\tand\tthe\tsalt\twave\tof the\tsea. Only\tPersephone\tamong\tthe\tmaidens\thad\tspied\tit.\tThe\trest\twere\tat\tthe\tother end\tof\tthe\tmeadow.\tShe\tstole\ttoward\tit,\thalf\tfearful\tat\tbeing\talone,\tbut\tunable\tto resist\tthe\tdesire\tto\tfill\ther\tbasket\twith\tit,\texactly\tas\tZeus\thad\tsupposed\tshe\twould feel.\t Wondering,\t she\t stretched\t out\t her\t hands\t to\t take\t the\t lovely\t plaything,\t but before\tshe\ttouched\tit\ta\tchasm\topened\tin\tthe\tearth\tand\tout\tof\tit\tcoal-black\thorses sprang,\t drawing\t a\t chariot\t and\t driven\t by\t one\t who\t had\t a\t look\t of\t dark\t splendor, majestic\tand\tbeautiful\tand\tterrible.\tHe\tcaught\ther\tto\thim\tand\theld\ther\tclose.\tThe next\tmoment\tshe\twas\tbeing\tborne\taway\tfrom\tthe\tradiance\tof\tearth\tin\tspringtime to\tthe\tworld\tof\tthe\tdead\tby\tthe\tking\twho\trules\tit. This\t was\t not\t the\t only\t story\t about\t the\t narcissus.\t There\t was\t another,\t as\t magical, but\t quite\t different.\t The\t hero\t of\t it\t was\t a\t beautiful\t lad,\t whose\t name\t was Narcissus.\t His\t beauty\t was\t so\t great,\t all\t the\t girls\t who\t saw\t him\t longed\t to\t be\t his, but\t he\t would\t have\t none\t of\t them.\t He\t would\t pass\t the\t loveliest\t carelessly\t by,\t no matter\thow\tmuch\tshe\ttried\tto\tmake\thim\tlook\tat\ther.\tHeartbroken\tmaidens\twere","nothing\t to\t him.\t Even\t the\t sad\t case\t of\t the\t fairest\t of\t the\t nymphs,\t Echo,\t did\t not move\t him.\t She\t was\t a\t favorite\t of\t Artemis,\t the\t goddess\t of\t woods\t and\t wild creatures,\t but\t she\t came\t under\t the\t displeasure\t of\t a\t still\t mightier\t goddess,\t Hera herself,\t who\t was\t at\t her\t usual\t occupation\t of\t trying\t to\t discover\t what\t Zeus\t was about.\tShe\tsuspected\tthat\the\twas\tin\tlove\twith\tone\tof\tthe\tnymphs\tand\tshe\twent\tto look\tthem\tover\tto\ttry\tto\tdiscover\twhich.\tHowever,\tshe\twas\timmediately\tdiverted from\ther\tinvestigation\tby\tEcho\u2019s\tgay\tchatter.\tAs\tshe\tlistened\tamused,\tthe\tothers silently\t stole\t away\t and\t Hera\t could\t come\t to\t no\t conclusion\t as\t to\t where\t Zeus\u2019s wandering\tfancy\thad\talighted.\tWith\ther\tusual\tinjustice\tshe\tturned\tagainst\tEcho. That\t nymph\t became\t another\t unhappy\t girl\t whom\t Hera\t punished.\t The\t goddess condemned\ther\tnever\tto\tuse\ther\ttongue\tagain\texcept\tto\trepeat\twhat\twas\tsaid\tto her.\t \u201cYou\t will\t always\t have\t the\t last\t word,\u201d\t Hera\t said,\t \u201cbut\t no\t power\t to\t speak first.\u201d This\t was\t very\t hard,\t but\t hardest\t of\t all\t when\t Echo,\t too,\t with\t all\t the\t other lovelorn\t maidens,\t loved\t Narcissus.\t She\t could\t follow\t him,\t but\t she\t could\t not speak\tto\thim.\tHow\tthen\tcould\tshe\tmake\ta\tyouth\twho\tnever\tlooked\tat\ta\tgirl\tpay attention\t to\t her?\t One\t day,\t however,\t it\t seemed\t her\t chance\t had\t come.\t He\t was calling\t to\t his\t companions.\t \u201cIs\t anyone\t here?\u201d\t and\t she\t called\t back\t in\t rapture, \u201cHere\u2014Here.\u201d\tShe\twas\tstill\thidden\tby\tthe\ttrees\tso\tthat\the\tdid\tnot\tsee\ther,\tand\the shouted,\t \u201cCome!\u201d\u2014just\t what\t she\t longed\t to\t say\t to\t him.\t She\t answered\t joyfully, \u201cCome!\u201d\t and\t stepped\t forth\t from\t the\t woods\t with\t her\t arms\t outstretched.\t But\t he turned\t away\t in\t angry\t disgust.\t \u201cNot\t so,\u201d\t he\t said;\t \u201cI\t will\t die\t before\t I\t give\t you power\tover\tme.\u201d\tAll\tshe\tcould\tsay\twas,\thumbly,\tentreatingly,\t\u201cI\tgive\tyou\tpower over\tme,\u201d\tbut\the\twas\tgone.\tShe\thid\ther\tblushes\tand\ther\tshame\tin\ta\tlonely\tcave, and\tnever\tcould\tbe\tcomforted.\tStill\tshe\tlives\tin\tplaces\tlike\tthat,\tand\tthey\tsay\tshe has\tso\twasted\taway\twith\tlonging\tthat\tonly\ther\tvoice\tnow\tis\tleft\tto\ther. So\tNarcissus\twent\ton\this\tcruel\tway,\ta\tscorner\tof\tlove.\tBut\tat\tlast\tone\tof\tthose he\t wounded\t prayed\t a\t prayer\t and\t it\t was\t answered\t by\t the\t gods:\t \u201cMay\t he\t who loves\t not\t others\t love\t himself.\u201d\t The\t great\t goddess\t Nemesis,\t which\t means righteous\t anger,\t undertook\t to\t bring\t this\t about.\t As\t Narcissus\t bent\t over\t a\t clear pool\tfor\ta\tdrink\tand\tsaw\tthere\this\town\treflection,\ton\tthe\tmoment\the\tfell\tin\tlove with\tit.\t\u201cNow\tI\tknow,\u201d\the\tcried,\t\u201cwhat\tothers\thave\tsuffered\tfrom\tme,\tfor\tI\tburn with\tlove\tof\tmy\town\tself\u2014and\tyet\thow\tcan\tI\treach\tthat\tloveliness\tI\tsee\tmirrored in\t the\t water?\t But\t I\t cannot\t leave\t it.\t Only\t death\t can\t set\t me\t free.\u201d\t And\t so\t it happened.\t He\t pined\t away,\t leaning\t perpetually\t over\t the\t pool,\t fixed\t in\t one\t long gaze.\tEcho\twas\tnear\thim,\tbut\tshe\tcould\tdo\tnothing;\tonly\twhen,\tdying,\the\tcalled to\t his\t image,\t \u201cFarewell\u2014farewell,\u201d\t she\t could\t repeat\t the\t words\t as\t a\t last\t good-","bye\tto\thim. They\tsay\tthat\twhen\this\tspirit\tcrossed\tthe\triver\tthat\tencircles\tthe\tworld\tof\tthe dead,\tit\tleaned\tover\tthe\tboat\tto\tcatch\ta\tfinal\tglimpse\tof\titself\tin\tthe\twater. The\tnymphs\the\thad\tscorned\twere\tkind\tto\thim\tin\tdeath\tand\tsought\this\tbody\tto give\tit\tburial,\tbut\tthey\tcould\tnot\tfind\tit.\tWhere\tit\thad\tlain\tthere\twas\tblooming\ta new\tand\tlovely\tflower,\tand\tthey\tcalled\tit\tby\this\tname,\tNarcissus. Another\tflower\tthat\tcame\tinto\tbeing\tthrough\tthe\tdeath\tof\ta\tbeautiful\tyouth\twas the\thyacinth,\tagain\tnot\tlike\tthe\tflower\twe\tcall\tby\tthat\tname,\tbut\tlily-shaped\tand of\ta\tdeep\tpurple,\tor,\tsome\tsay,\ta\tsplendid\tcrimson.\tThat\twas\ta\ttragic\tdeath,\tand each\tyear\tit\twas\tcommemorated\tby The\tfestival\tof\tHyacinthus That\tlasts\tthroughout\tthe\ttranquil\tnight. In\ta\tcontest\twith\tApollo He\twas\tslain. Discus\tthrowing\tthey\tcompeted, And\tthe\tgod\u2019s\tswift\tcast Sped\tbeyond\tthe\tgoal\the\taimed\tat and\t struck\t Hyacinthus\t full\t in\t the\t forehead\t a\t terrible\t wound.\t He\t had\t been Apollo\u2019s\tdearest\tcompanion.\tThere\twas\tno\trivalry\tbetween\tthem\twhen\tthey\ttried which\t could\t throw\t the\t discus\t farthest;\t they\t were\t only\t playing\t a\t game.\t The\t god was\thorror-struck\tto\tsee\tthe\tblood\tgush\tforth\tand\tthe\tlad,\tdeathly\tpale,\tfall\tto\tthe ground.\t He\t turned\t as\t pale\t himself\t as\t he\t caught\t him\t up\t in\t his\t arms\t and\t tried\t to stanch\tthe\twound.\tBut\tit\twas\ttoo\tlate.\tWhile\the\theld\thim\tthe\tboy\u2019s\thead\tfell\tback as\t a\t flower\t does\t when\t its\t stem\t is\t broken.\t He\t was\t dead\t and\t Apollo\t kneeling beside\t him\t wept\t for\t him,\t dying\t so\t young,\t so\t beautiful.\t He\t had\t killed\t him, although\tthrough\tno\tfault\tof\this,\tand\the\tcried,\t\u201cOh,\tif\tI\tcould\tgive\tmy\t life\t for yours,\t or\t die\t with\t you.\u201d\t Even\t as\t he\t spoke,\t the\t bloodstained\t grass\t turned\t green again\t and\t there\t bloomed\t forth\t the\t wondrous\t flower\t that\t was\t to\t make\t the\t lad\u2019s name\t known\t forever.\t Apollo\t himself\t inscribed\t the\t petals\u2014some\t say\t with Hyacinth\u2019s\tinitial,\tand\tothers\twith\tthe\ttwo\tletters\tof\tthe\tGreek\tword\tthat\tmeans \u201cAlas\u201d;\teither\tway,\ta\tmemorial\tof\tthe\tgod\u2019s\tgreat\tsorrow. There\tis\ta\tstory,\ttoo,\tthat\tZephyr,\tthe\tWest\tWind,\tnot\tApollo,\twas\tthe\tdirect cause\t of\t the\t death,\t that\t he\t also\t loved\t this\t fairest\t of\t youths\t and\t in\t his\t jealous","anger\t at\t seeing\t the\t god\t preferred\t to\t him\t he\t blew\t upon\t the\t discus\t and\t made\t it strike\tHyacinth. Such\tcharming\ttales\tof\tlovely\tyoung\tpeople\twho,\tdying\tin\tthe\tspringtime\tof\tlife, were\t fittingly\t changed\t into\t spring\t flowers,\t have\t probably\t a\t dark\t background. They\t give\t a\t hint\t of\t black\t deeds\t that\t were\t done\t in\t the\t far-distant\t past.\t Long before\tthere\twere\tany\tstories\ttold\tin\tGreece\tor\tany\tpoems\tsung\twhich\thave\tcome down\t to\t us,\t perhaps\t even\t before\t there\t were\t storytellers\t and\t poets,\t it\t might happen,\tif\tthe\tfields\taround\ta\tvillage\twere\tnot\tfruitful,\tif\tthe\tcorn\tdid\tnot\tspring up\tas\tit\tshould,\tthat\tone\tof\tthe\tvillagers\twould\tbe\tkilled\tand\this\u2014or\ther\u2014blood sprinkled\t over\t the\t barren\t land.\t There\t was\t no\t idea\t as\t yet\t of\t the\t radiant\t gods\t of Olympus\twho\twould\thave\tloathed\tthe\thateful\tsacrifice.\tMankind\thad\tonly\ta\tdim feeling\t that\t as\t their\t own\t life\t depended\t utterly\t on\t seedtime\t and\t harvest,\t there must\t be\t a\t deep\t connection\t between\t themselves\t and\t the\t earth\t and\t that\t their blood,\t which\t was\t nourished\t by\t the\t corn,\t could\t in\t turn\t nourish\t it\t at\t need.\t What more\t natural\t then,\t if\t a\t beautiful\t boy\t had\t thus\t been\t killed,\t than\t to\t think\t when later\t the\t ground\t bloomed\t with\t narcissus\t or\t hyacinths\t that\t the\t flowers\t were\t his very\t self,\t changed\t and\t yet\t living\t again?\t So\t they\t would\t tell\t each\t other\t it\t had happened,\ta\tlovely\tmiracle\twhich\tmade\tthe\tcruel\tdeath\tseem\tless\tcruel.\tThen\tas the\tages\tpassed\tand\tpeople\tno\tlonger\tbelieved\tthat\tthe\tearth\tneeded\tblood\tto\tbe fruitful,\tall\tthat\twas\tcruel\tin\tthe\tstory\twould\tbe\tdropped\tand\tin\tthe\tend\tforgotten. No\t one\t would\t remember\t that\t terrible\t things\t had\t once\t been\t done.\t Hyacinthus, they\t would\t say,\t died\t not\t slaughtered\t by\t his\t kinsfolk\t to\t get\t food\t for\t them,\t but only\tbecause\tof\ta\tsorrowful\tmistake. Of\t these\t deaths\t and\t flowery\t resurrections\t the\t most\t famous\t was\t that\t of\t Adonis. Every\t year\t the\t Greek\t girls\t mourned\t for\t him\t and\t every\t year\t they\t rejoiced\t when his\t flower,\t the\t bloodred\t anemone,\t the\t windflower,\t was\t seen\t blooming\t again. Aphrodite\t loved\t him;\t the\t Goddess\t of\t Love,\t who\t pierces\t with\t her\t shafts\t the hearts\tof\tgods\tand\tmen\talike,\twas\tfated\therself\tto\tsuffer\tthat\tsame\tpiercing\tpain. She\t saw\t him\t when\t he\t was\t born\t and\t even\t then\t loved\t him\t and\t decided\t he should\tbe\thers.\tShe\tcarried\thim\tto\tPersephone\tto\ttake\tcharge\tof\thim\tfor\ther,\tbut Persephone\tloved\thim,\ttoo,\tand\twould\tnot\tgive\thim\tback\tto\tAphrodite,\tnot\teven when\t the\t goddess\t went\t down\t to\t the\t underworld\t to\t get\t him.\t Neither\t goddess would\t yield,\t and\t finally\t Zeus\t himself\t had\t to\t judge\t between\t them.\t He\t decided","that\tAdonis\tshould\tspend\thalf\tthe\tyear\twith\teach,\tthe\tautumn\tand\twinter\twith\tthe Queen\t of\t the\t Dead;\t the\t spring\t and\t summer\t with\t the\t Goddess\t of\t Love\t and Beauty. All\t the\t time\t he\t was\t with\t Aphrodite\t she\t sought\t only\t to\t please\t him.\t He\t was keen\tfor\tthe\tchase,\tand\toften\tshe\twould\tleave\ther\tswan-drawn\tcar,\tin\twhich\tshe was\t used\t to\t glide\t at\t her\t ease\t through\t the\t air,\t and\t follow\t him\t along\t rough woodland\tways\tdressed\tlike\ta\thuntress.\tBut\tone\tsad\tday\tshe\thappened\tnot\tto\tbe with\thim\tand\the\ttracked\tdown\ta\tmighty\tboar.\tWith\this\thunting\tdogs\the\tbrought the\tbeast\tto\tbay.\tHe\thurled\this\tspear\tat\tit,\tbut\the\tonly\twounded\tit,\tand\tbefore\the could\tspring\taway,\tthe\tboar\tmad\twith\tpain\trushed\tat\thim\tand\tgored\thim\twith\tits great\t tusks.\t Aphrodite\t in\t her\t winged\t car\t high\t over\t the\t earth\t heard\t her\t lover\u2019s groan\tand\tflew\tto\thim. He\twas\tsoftly\tbreathing\this\tlife\taway,\tthe\tdark\tblood\tflowing\tdown\this\tskin of\tsnow\tand\this\teyes\tgrowing\theavy\tand\tdim.\tShe\tkissed\thim,\tbut\tAdonis\tknew not\t that\t she\t kissed\t him\t as\t he\t died.\t Cruel\t as\t his\t wound\t was,\t the\t wound\t in\t her heart\twas\tdeeper.\tShe\tspoke\tto\thim,\talthough\tshe\tknew\the\tcould\tnot\thear\ther:\u2014 \u201cYou\tdie,\tO\tthrice\tdesired, And\tmy\tdesire\thas\tflown\tlike\ta\tdream. Gone\twith\tyou\tis\tthe\tgirdle\tof\tmy\tbeauty, But\tI\tmyself\tmust\tlive\twho\tam\ta\tgoddess And\tmay\tnot\tfollow\tyou. Kiss\tme\tyet\tonce\tagain,\tthe\tlast,\tlong\tkiss, Until\tI\tdraw\tyour\tsoul\twithin\tmy\tlips And\tdrink\tdown\tall\tyour\tlove.\u201d The\tmountains\tall\twere\tcalling\tand\tthe\toak\ttrees\tanswering, Oh,\twoe,\twoe\tfor\tAdonis.\tHe\tis\tdead. And\tEcho\tcried\tin\tanswer,\tOh,\twoe,\twoe\tfor\tAdonis. And\tall\tthe\tLoves\twept\tfor\thim\tand\tall\tthe\tMuses\ttoo. But\tdown\tin\tthe\tblack\tunderworld\tAdonis\tcould\tnot\thear\tthem,\t nor\tsee\tthe crimson\t flower\t that\t sprang\t up\t where\t each\t drop\t of\t his\t blood\t had\t stained\t the earth.","PART II","","I This\tstory\tis\ttold\tonly\tby\tApuleius,\ta\tLatin\twriter\tof\tthe\tsecond\tcentury\tA.D.\tThe Latin\t names\t of\t the\t gods\t are\t therefore\t used.\t It\t is\t a\t prettily\t told\t tale,\t after\t the manner\tof\tOvid.\tThe\twriter\tis\tentertained\tby\twhat\the\twrites;\the\tbelieves\tnone\tof it. There\t was\t once\t a\t king\t who\t had\t three\t daughters,\t all\t lovely\t maidens,\t but\t the youngest,\t Psyche,\t excelled\t her\t sisters\t so\t greatly\t that\t beside\t them\t she\t seemed\t a very\t goddess\t consorting\t with\t mere\t mortals.\t The\t fame\t of\t her\t surpassing\t beauty spread\t over\t the\t earth,\t and\t everywhere\t men\t journeyed\t to\t gaze\t upon\t her\t with wonder\tand\tadoration\tand\tto\tdo\ther\thomage\tas\tthough\tshe\twere\tin\ttruth\tone\tof the\t immortals.\t They\t would\t even\t say\t that\t Venus\t herself\t could\t not\t equal\t this mortal.\tAs\tthey\tthronged\tin\tever-growing\tnumbers\tto\tworship\ther\tloveliness\tno one\tany\tmore\tgave\ta\tthought\tto\tVenus\therself.\tHer\ttemples\twere\tneglected;\ther altars\t foul\t with\t cold\t ashes;\t her\t favorite\t towns\t deserted\t and\t falling\t in\t ruins.\t All the\thonors\tonce\thers\twere\tnow\tgiven\tto\ta\tmere\tgirl\tdestined\tsome\tday\tto\tdie. It\tmay\twell\tbe\tbelieved\tthat\tthe\tgoddess\twould\tnot\tput\tup\twith\tthis\ttreatment. As\talways\twhen\tshe\twas\tin\ttrouble\tshe\tturned\tfor\thelp\tto\ther\tson,\tthat\tbeautiful winged\t youth\t whom\t some\t call\t Cupid\t and\t others\t Love,\t against\t whose\t arrows there\tis\tno\tdefense,\tneither\tin\theaven\tnor\ton\tthe\tearth.\tShe\ttold\thim\ther\twrongs and\tas\talways\the\twas\tready\tto\tdo\ther\tbidding.\t\u201cUse\tyour\tpower,\u201d\tshe\tsaid,\t\u201cand","make\t the\t hussy\t fall\t madly\t in\t love\t with\t the\t vilest\t and\t most\t despicable\t creature there\tis\tin\tthe\twhole\tworld.\u201d\tAnd\tso\tno\tdoubt\the\twould\thave\tdone,\tif\tVenus\thad not\tfirst\tshown\thim\tPsyche,\tnever\tthinking\tin\ther\tjealous\trage\twhat\tsuch\tbeauty might\tdo\teven\tto\tthe\tGod\tof\tLove\thimself.\tAs\the\tlooked\tupon\ther\tit\twas\tas\tif\the had\t shot\t one\t of\t his\t arrows\t into\t his\t own\t heart.\t He\t said\t nothing\t to\t his\t mother, indeed\t he\t had\t no\t power\t to\t utter\t a\t word,\t and\t Venus\t left\t him\t with\t the\t happy confidence\tthat\the\twould\tswiftly\tbring\tabout\tPsyche\u2019s\truin. What\t happened,\t however,\t was\t not\t what\t she\t had\t counted\t on.\t Psyche\t did\t not fall\t in\t love\t with\t a\t horrible\t wretch,\t she\t did\t not\t fall\t in\t love\t at\t all.\t Still\t more strange,\tno\tone\tfell\tin\tlove\twith\ther.\tMen\twere\tcontent\tto\tlook\tand\twonder\tand worship\u2014and\t then\t pass\t on\t to\t marry\t someone\t else.\t Both\t her\t sisters, inexpressibly\tinferior\tto\ther,\twere\tsplendidly\tmarried,\teach\tto\ta\tking.\tPsyche,\tthe all-beautiful,\t sat\t sad\t and\t solitary,\t only\t admired,\t never\t loved.\t It\t seemed\t that\t no man\twanted\ther. This\twas,\tof\tcourse,\tmost\tdisturbing\tto\ther\tparents.\tHer\tfather\tfinally\ttraveled to\tan\toracle\tof\tApollo\tto\task\this\tadvice\ton\thow\tto\tget\ther\ta\tgood\thusband.\tThe god\t answered\t him,\t but\t his\t words\t were\t terrible.\t Cupid\t had\t told\t him\t the\t whole story\tand\thad\tbegged\tfor\this\thelp.\tAccordingly\tApollo\tsaid\tthat\tPsyche,\tdressed in\t deepest\t mourning,\t must\t be\t set\t on\t the\t summit\t of\t a\t rocky\t hill\t and\t left\t alone, and\t that\t there\t her\t destined\t husband,\t a\t fearful\t winged\t serpent,\t stronger\t than\t the gods\tthemselves,\twould\tcome\tto\ther\tand\tmake\ther\this\twife. The\t misery\t of\t all\t when\t Psyche\u2019s\t father\t brought\t back\t this\t lamentable\t news can\tbe\t imagined.\tThey\tdressed\tthe\t maiden\tas\tthough\tfor\ther\tdeath\tand\t carried her\tto\tthe\thill\twith\tgreater\tsorrowing\tthan\tif\tit\thad\tbeen\tto\ther\ttomb.\tBut\tPsyche herself\tkept\ther\tcourage.\t\u201cYou\tshould\thave\twept\tfor\tme\tbefore,\u201d\tshe\ttold\tthem, \u201cbecause\t of\t the\t beauty\t that\t has\t drawn\t down\t upon\t me\t the\t jealousy\t of\t Heaven. Now\t go,\t knowing\t that\t I\t am\t glad\t the\t end\t has\t come.\u201d\t They\t went\t in\t despairing grief,\tleaving\tthe\tlovely\thelpless\tcreature\tto\tmeet\ther\tdoom\talone,\tand\tthey\tshut themselves\tin\ttheir\tpalace\tto\tmourn\tall\ttheir\tdays\tfor\ther. On\tthe\thigh\thilltop\tin\tthe\tdarkness\tPsyche\tsat,\twaiting\tfor\tshe\tknew\tnot\twhat terror.\t There,\t as\t she\t wept\t and\t trembled,\t a\t soft\t breath\t of\t air\t came\t through\t the stillness\t to\t her,\t the\t gentle\t breathing\t of\t Zephyr,\t sweetest\t and\t mildest\t of\t winds. She\tfelt\tit\tlift\ther\tup.\tShe\twas\tfloating\taway\tfrom\tthe\trocky\thill\tand\tdown\tuntil she\tlay\tupon\ta\tgrassy\tmeadow\tsoft\tas\ta\tbed\tand\tfragrant\twith\tflowers.\tIt\twas\tso peaceful\t there,\t all\t her\t trouble\t left\t her\t and\t she\t slept.\t She\t woke\t beside\t a\t bright river;\t and\t on\t its\t bank\t was\t a\t mansion\t stately\t and\t beautiful\t as\t though\t built\t for\t a god,\t with\t pillars\t of\t gold\t and\t walls\t of\t silver\t and\t floors\t inlaid\t with\t precious","stones.\t No\t sound\t was\t to\t be\t heard;\t the\t place\t seemed\t deserted\t and\t Psyche\t drew near,\tawestruck\tat\tthe\tsight\tof\tsuch\tsplendor.\tAs\tshe\thesitated\ton\tthe\tthreshold, voices\tsounded\tin\ther\tear.\tShe\tcould\tsee\tno\tone,\tbut\tthe\twords\tthey\tspoke\tcame clearly\tto\ther.\tThe\thouse\twas\tfor\ther,\tthey\ttold\ther.\tShe\tmust\tenter\twithout\tfear and\tbathe\tand\trefresh\therself.\tThen\ta\tbanquet\ttable\twould\tbe\tspread\tfor\ther.\t\u201cWe are\tyour\tservants,\u201d\tthe\tvoices\tsaid,\t\u201cready\tto\tdo\twhatever\tyou\tdesire.\u201d The\t bath\t was\t the\t most\t delightful,\t the\t food\t the\t most\t delicious,\t she\t had\t ever enjoyed.\t While\t she\t dined,\t sweet\t music\t breathed\t around\t her:\t a\t great\t choir seemed\tto\tsing\tto\ta\tharp,\tbut\tshe\tcould\tonly\thear,\tnot\tsee,\tthem.\tThroughout\tthe day,\t except\t for\t the\t strange\t companionship\t of\t the\t voices,\t she\t was\t alone,\t but\t in some\t inexplicable\t way\t she\t felt\t sure\t that\t with\t the\t coming\t of\t the\t night\t her husband\t would\t be\t with\t her.\t And\t so\t it\t happened.\t When\t she\t felt\t him\t beside\t her and\theard\this\tvoice\tsoftly\tmurmuring\tin\ther\tear,\tall\ther\tfears\tleft\ther.\tShe\tknew without\tseeing\thim\tthat\there\twas\tno\tmonster\tor\tshape\tof\tterror,\tbut\tthe\tlover\tand husband\tshe\thad\tlonged\tand\twaited\tfor. This\t half-and-half\t companionship\t could\t not\t fully\t content\t her;\t still\t she\t was happy\tand\tthe\ttime\tpassed\tswiftly.\tOne\tnight,\thowever,\ther\tdear\tthough\tunseen husband\tspoke\tgravely\tto\ther\tand\twarned\ther\tthat\tdanger\tin\tthe\tshape\tof\ther\ttwo sisters\twas\tapproaching.\t\u201cThey\tare\tcoming\tto\tthe\thill\twhere\tyou\tdisappeared,\tto weep\t for\t you,\u201d\t he\t said;\t \u201cbut\t you\t must\t not\t let\t them\t see\t you\t or\t you\t will\t bring great\t sorrow\t upon\t me\t and\t ruin\t to\t yourself.\u201d\t She\t promised\t him\t she\t would\t not, but\t all\t the\t next\t day\t she\t passed\t in\t weeping,\t thinking\t of\t her\t sisters\t and\t herself unable\tto\tcomfort\tthem.\tShe\twas\tstill\tin\ttears\twhen\ther\thusband\tcame\tand\teven his\t caresses\t could\t not\t check\t them.\t At\t last\t he\t yielded\t sorrowfully\t to\t her\t great desire.\t\u201cDo\twhat\tyou\twill,\u201d\the\tsaid,\t\u201cbut\tyou\tare\tseeking\tyour\town\tdestruction.\u201d Then\t he\t warned\t her\t solemnly\t not\t to\t be\t persuaded\t by\t anyone\t to\t try\t to\t see\t him, on\t pain\t of\t being\t separated\t from\t him\t forever.\t Psyche\t cried\t out\t that\t she\t would never\t do\t so.\t She\t would\t die\t a\t hundred\t times\t over\t rather\t than\t live\t without\t him. \u201cBut\tgive\tme\tthis\tjoy,\u201d\tshe\tsaid:\t\u201cto\tsee\tmy\tsisters.\u201d\tSadly\the\tpromised\ther\tthat it\tshould\tbe\tso. The\tnext\tmorning\tthe\ttwo\tcame,\tbrought\tdown\tfrom\tthe\tmountain\tby\tZephyr. Happy\t and\t excited,\t Psyche\t was\t waiting\t for\t them.\t It\t was\t long\t before\t the\t three could\tspeak\tto\teach\tother;\ttheir\tjoy\twas\ttoo\tgreat\tto\tbe\texpressed\texcept\tby\ttears and\tembraces.\tBut\twhen\tat\tlast\tthey\tentered\tthe\tpalace\tand\tthe\telder\tsisters\tsaw its\t surpassing\t treasures;\t when\t they\t sat\t at\t the\t rich\t banquet\t and\t heard\t the marvelous\tmusic,\tbitter\tenvy\ttook\tpossession\tof\tthem\tand\ta\tdevouring\tcuriosity as\t to\t who\t was\t the\t lord\t of\t all\t this\t magnificence\t and\t their\t sister\u2019s\t husband.\t But","Psyche\tkept\tfaith;\tshe\ttold\tthem\tonly\tthat\the\twas\ta\tyoung\tman,\taway\tnow\ton\ta hunting\t expedition.\t Then\t filling\t their\t hands\t with\t gold\t and\t jewels,\t she\t had Zephyr\tbear\tthem\tback\tto\tthe\thill.\tThey\twent\twillingly\tenough,\tbut\ttheir\thearts were\t on\t fire\t with\t jealousy.\t All\t their\t own\t wealth\t and\t good\t fortune\t seemed\t to them\tas\tnothing\tcompared\twith\tPsyche\u2019s,\tand\ttheir\tenvious\tanger\tso\tworked\tin them\tthat\tthey\tcame\tfinally\tto\tplotting\thow\tto\truin\ther. That\t very\t night\t Psyche\u2019s\t husband\t warned\t her\t once\t more.\t She\t would\t not listen\twhen\the\tbegged\ther\tnot\tto\tlet\tthem\tcome\tagain.\tShe\tnever\tcould\tsee\thim, she\treminded\thim.\tWas\tshe\talso\tto\tbe\tforbidden\tto\tsee\tall\tothers,\teven\ther\tsisters so\t dear\t to\t her?\t He\t yielded\t as\t before,\t and\t very\t soon\t the\t two\t wicked\t women arrived,\twith\ttheir\tplot\tcarefully\tworked\tout. Already,\tbecause\tof\tPsyche\u2019s\tstumbling\tand\tcontradictory\tanswers\twhen\tthey asked\ther\twhat\ther\thusband\tlooked\tlike,\tthey\thad\tbecome\tconvinced\tthat\tshe\thad never\tset\teyes\ton\thim\tand\tdid\tnot\treally\tknow\twhat\the\twas.\tThey\tdid\tnot\ttell\ther this,\t but\t they\t reproached\t her\t for\t hiding\t her\t terrible\t state\t from\t them,\t her\t own sisters.\t They\t had\t learned,\t they\t said,\t and\t knew\t for\t a\t fact,\t that\t her\t husband\t was not\ta\tman,\tbut\tthe\tfearful\tserpent\tApollo\u2019s\toracle\thad\tdeclared\the\twould\tbe.\tHe was\t kind\t now,\t no\t doubt,\t but\t he\t would\t certainly\t turn\t upon\t her\t some\t night\t and devour\ther. Psyche,\t aghast,\t felt\t terror\t flooding\t her\t heart\t instead\t of\t love.\t She\t had wondered\t so\t often\t why\t he\t would\t never\t let\t her\t see\t him.\t There\t must\t be\t some dreadful\treason.\tWhat\tdid\tshe\treally\tknow\tabout\thim?\tIf\the\twas\tnot\thorrible\tto look\t at,\t then\t he\t was\t cruel\t to\t forbid\t her\t ever\t to\t behold\t him.\t In\t extreme\t misery, faltering\t and\t stammering,\t she\t gave\t her\t sisters\t to\t understand\t that\t she\t could\t not deny\t what\t they\t said,\t because\t she\t had\t been\t with\t him\t only\t in\t the\t dark.\t \u201cThere must\t be\t something\t very\t wrong,\u201d\t she\t sobbed,\t \u201cfor\t him\t so\t to\t shun\t the\t light\t of day.\u201d\tAnd\tshe\tbegged\tthem\tto\tadvise\ther. They\t had\t their\t advice\t all\t prepared\t beforehand.\t That\t night\t she\t must\t hide\t a sharp\tknife\tand\ta\tlamp\tnear\ther\tbed.\tWhen\ther\thusband\twas\tfast\tasleep\tshe\tmust leave\tthe\tbed,\tlight\tthe\tlamp,\tand\tget\tthe\tknife.\tShe\tmust\tsteel\therself\tto\tplunge it\tswiftly\tinto\tthe\tbody\tof\tthe\tfrightful\tbeing\tthe\tlight\twould\tcertainly\tshow\ther. \u201cWe\twill\tbe\tnear,\u201d\tthey\tsaid,\t\u201cand\tcarry\tyou\taway\twith\tus\twhen\the\tis\tdead.\u201d Then\tthey\tleft\ther\ttorn\tby\tdoubt\tand\tdistracted\twhat\tto\tdo.\tShe\tloved\thim;\the was\t her\t dear\t husband.\t No;\t he\t was\t a\t horrible\t serpent\t and\t she\t loathed\t him.\t She would\t kill\t him\u2014She\t would\t not.\t She\t must\t have\t certainty\u2014She\t did\t not\t want certainty.\t So\t all\t day\t long\t her\t thoughts\t fought\t with\t each\t other.\t When\t evening came,\thowever,\tshe\thad\tgiven\tthe\tstruggle\tup.\tOne\tthing\tshe\twas\tdetermined\tto","do:\tshe\twould\tsee\thim. When\t at\t last\t he\t lay\t sleeping\t quietly,\t she\t summoned\t all\t her\t courage\t and\t lit the\tlamp.\tShe\ttiptoed\tto\tthe\tbed\tand\tholding\tthe\tlight\thigh\tabove\ther\tshe\tgazed at\twhat\tlay\tthere.\tOh,\tthe\trelief\tand\tthe\trapture\tthat\tfilled\ther\theart.\tNo\tmonster was\trevealed,\tbut\tthe\tsweetest\tand\tfairest\tof\tall\tcreatures,\tat\twhose\tsight\tthe\tvery lamp\t seemed\t to\t shine\t brighter.\t In\t her\t first\t shame\t at\t her\t folly\t and\t lack\t of\t faith, Psyche\tfell\ton\ther\tknees\tand\twould\thave\tplunged\tthe\tknife\tinto\ther\town\tbreast\tif it\t had\t not\t fallen\t from\t her\t trembling\t hands.\t But\t those\t same\t unsteady\t hands\t that saved\t her\t betrayed\t her,\t too,\t for\t as\t she\t hung\t over\t him,\t ravished\t at\t the\t sight\t of him\tand\tunable\tto\tdeny\therself\tthe\tbliss\tof\tfilling\ther\teyes\twith\this\tbeauty,\tsome hot\toil\tfell\tfrom\tthe\tlamp\tupon\this\tshoulder.\tHe\tstarted\tawake:\the\tsaw\tthe\tlight and\tknew\ther\tfaithlessness,\tand\twithout\ta\tword\the\tfled\tfrom\ther. She\trushed\tout\tafter\thim\tinto\tthe\tnight.\tShe\tcould\tnot\tsee\thim,\tbut\tshe\theard his\tvoice\tspeaking\tto\ther.\tHe\ttold\ther\twho\the\twas,\tand\tsadly\tbade\ther\tfarewell. \u201cLove\tcannot\tlive\twhere\tthere\tis\tno\ttrust,\u201d\the\tsaid,\tand\tflew\taway.\t\u201cThe\tGod\tof Love!\u201d\t she\t thought.\t \u201cHe\t was\t my\t husband,\t and\t I,\t wretch\t that\t I\t am,\t could\t not keep\tfaith\twith\thim.\tIs\the\tgone\tfrom\tme\tforever?\u2026\tAt\tany\trate,\u201d\tshe\ttold\therself with\trising\tcourage,\t\u201cI\tcan\tspend\tthe\trest\tof\tmy\tlife\tsearching\tfor\thim.\tIf\the\thas no\tmore\tlove\tleft\tfor\tme,\tat\tleast\tI\tcan\tshow\thim\thow\tmuch\tI\tlove\thim.\u201d\tAnd\tshe started\t on\t her\t journey.\t She\t had\t no\t idea\t where\t to\t go;\t she\t knew\t only\t that\t she would\tnever\tgive\tup\tlooking\tfor\thim. He\t meanwhile\t had\t gone\t to\t his\t mother\u2019s\t chamber\t to\t have\t his\t wound\t cared for,\tbut\twhen\tVenus\theard\this\tstory\tand\tlearned\tthat\tit\twas\tPsyche\twhom\the\thad chosen,\t she\t left\t him\t angrily\t alone\t in\t his\t pain,\t and\t went\t forth\t to\t find\t the\t girl\t of whom\t he\t had\t made\t her\t still\t more\t jealous.\t Venus\t was\t determined\t to\t show Psyche\twhat\tit\tmeant\tto\tdraw\tdown\tthe\tdispleasure\tof\ta\tgoddess. Poor\tPsyche\tin\ther\tdespairing\twanderings\twas\ttrying\tto\twin\tthe\tgods\tover\tto her\t side.\t She\t offered\t ardent\t prayers\t to\t them\t perpetually,\t but\t not\t one\t of\t them would\t do\t anything\t to\t make\t Venus\t their\t enemy.\t At\t last\t she\t perceived\t that\t there was\t no\t hope\t for\t her,\t either\t in\t heaven\t or\t on\t earth,\t and\t she\t took\t a\t desperate resolve.\t She\t would\t go\t straight\t to\t Venus;\t she\t would\t offer\t herself\t humbly\t to\t her as\ther\tservant,\tand\ttry\tto\tsoften\ther\tanger.\t\u201cAnd\twho\tknows,\u201d\tshe\tthought,\t\u201cif\the himself\tis\tnot\tthere\tin\this\tmother\u2019s\thouse.\u201d\tSo\tshe\tset\tforth\tto\tfind\tthe\tgoddess who\twas\tlooking\teverywhere\tfor\ther. When\t she\t came\t into\t Venus\u2019\t presence\t the\t goddess\t laughed\t aloud\t and\t asked her\t scornfully\t if\t she\t was\t seeking\t a\t husband\t since\t the\t one\t she\t had\t had\t would have\tnothing\tto\t do\t with\ther\t because\the\thad\t almost\tdied\tof\t the\tburning\t wound","she\thad\tgiven\thim.\t\u201cBut\treally,\u201d\tshe\tsaid,\t\u201cyou\tare\tso\tplain\tand\till-favored\ta\tgirl that\t you\t will\t never\t be\t able\t to\t get\t you\t a\t lover\t except\t by\t the\t most\t diligent\t and painful\t service.\t I\t will\t therefore\t show\t my\t good\t will\t to\t you\t by\t training\t you\t in such\t ways.\u201d\t With\t that\t she\t took\t a\t great\t quantity\t of\t the\t smallest\t of\t the\t seeds, wheat\t and\t poppy\t and\t millet\t and\t so\t on,\t and\t mixed\t them\t all\t together\t in\t a\t heap. \u201cBy\t nightfall\t these\t must\t all\t be\t sorted,\u201d\t she\t said.\t \u201cSee\t to\t it\t for\t your\t own\t sake.\u201d And\twith\tthat\tshe\tdeparted. Psyche,\tleft\talone,\tsat\tstill\tand\tstared\tat\tthe\theap.\tHer\tmind\twas\tall\tin\ta\tmaze because\t of\t the\t cruelty\t of\t the\t command;\t and,\t indeed,\t it\t was\t of\t no\t use\t to\t start\t a task\tso\tmanifestly\timpossible.\tBut\tat\tthis\tdireful\tmoment\tshe\twho\thad\tawakened no\tcompassion\tin\tmortals\tor\timmortals\twas\tpitied\tby\tthe\ttiniest\tcreatures\tof\tthe field,\t the\t little\t ants,\t the\t swift-runners.\t They\t cried\t to\t each\t other,\t \u201cCome,\t have mercy\ton\tthis\tpoor\tmaid\tand\thelp\ther\tdiligently.\u201d\tAt\tonce\tthey\tcame,\twaves\tof them,\tone\tafter\tanother,\tand\tthey\tlabored\tseparating\tand\tdividing,\tuntil\twhat\thad been\t a\t confused\t mass\t lay\t all\t ordered,\t every\t seed\t with\t its\t kind.\t This\t was\t what Venus\tfound\twhen\tshe\tcame\tback,\tand\tvery\tangry\tshe\twas\tto\tsee\tit.\t\u201cYour\twork is\tby\tno\tmeans\tover,\u201d\tshe\tsaid.\tThen\tshe\tgave\tPsyche\ta\tcrust\tof\tbread\tand\tbade her\t sleep\t on\t the\t ground\t while\t she\t herself\t went\t off\t to\t her\t soft,\t fragrant\t couch. Surely\t if\t she\t could\t keep\t the\t girl\t at\t hard\t labor\t and\t half\t starve\t her,\t too,\t that hateful\t beauty\t of\t hers\t would\t soon\t be\t lost.\t Until\t then\t she\t must\t see\t that\t her\t son was\t securely\t guarded\t in\t his\t chamber\t where\t he\t was\t still\t suffering\t from\t his wound.\tVenus\twas\tpleased\tat\tthe\tway\tmatters\twere\tshaping. The\tnext\tmorning\tshe\tdevised\tanother\ttask\tfor\tPsyche,\tthis\ttime\ta\tdangerous one.\t \u201cDown\t there\t near\t the\t riverbank,\u201d\t she\t said,\t \u201cwhere\t the\t bushes\t grow\t thick, are\tsheep\twith\tfleeces\tof\tgold.\tGo\tfetch\tme\tsome\tof\ttheir\tshining\twool.\u201d\tWhen the\t worn\t girl\t reached\t the\t gently\t flowing\t stream,\t a\t great\t longing\t seized\t her\t to throw\t herself\t into\t it\t and\t end\t all\t her\t pain\t and\t despair.\t But\t as\t she\t was\t bending over\tthe\twater\tshe\theard\ta\tlittle\tvoice\tfrom\tnear\ther\tfeet,\tand\tlooking\tdown\tsaw that\tit\tcame\tfrom\ta\tgreen\treed.\tShe\tmust\tnot\tdrown\therself,\tit\tsaid.\tThings\twere not\tas\tbad\tas\tthat.\tThe\tsheep\twere\tindeed\tvery\tfierce,\tbut\tif\tPsyche\twould\twait until\t they\t came\t out\t of\t the\t bushes\t toward\t evening\t to\t rest\t beside\t the\t river,\t she could\tgo\tinto\tthe\tthicket\tand\tfind\tplenty\tof\tthe\tgolden\twool\thanging\ton\tthe\tsharp briars. So\tspoke\tthe\tkind\tand\tgentle\treed,\tand\tPsyche,\tfollowing\tthe\tdirections,\twas able\t to\t carry\t back\t to\t her\t cruel\t mistress\t a\t quantity\t of\t the\t shining\t fleece.\t Venus received\t it\t with\t an\t evil\t smile.\t \u201cSomeone\t helped\t you,\u201d\t she\t said\t sharply.\t \u201cNever did\t you\t do\t this\t by\t yourself.\t However,\t I\t will\t give\t you\t an\t opportunity\t to\t prove","that\t you\t really\t have\t the\t stout\t heart\t and\t the\t singular\t prudence\t you\t make\t such\t a show\tof.\tDo\tyou\tsee\tthat\tblack\twater\twhich\tfalls\tfrom\tthe\thill\tyonder?\tIt\tis\tthe source\tof\tthe\tterrible\triver\twhich\tis\tcalled\thateful,\tthe\triver\tStyx.\tYou\tare\tto\tfill this\t flask\t from\t it.\u201d\t That\t was\t the\t worst\t task\t yet,\t as\t Psyche\t saw\t when\t she approached\t the\t waterfall.\t Only\t a\t winged\t creature\t could\t reach\t it,\t so\t steep\t and slimy\t were\t the\t rocks\t on\t all\t sides,\t and\t so\t fearful\t the\t onrush\t of\t the\t descending waters.\t But\t by\t this\t time\t it\t must\t be\t evident\t to\t all\t the\t readers\t of\t this\t story\t (as, perhaps,\t deep\t in\t her\t heart\t it\t had\t become\t evident\t to\t Psyche\t herself\t )\t that although\teach\tof\ther\ttrials\tseemed\timpossibly\thard,\tan\texcellent\tway\tout\twould always\tbe\tprovided\tfor\ther.\tThis\ttime\ther\tsavior\twas\tan\teagle,\twho\tpoised\ton\this great\t wings\t beside\t her,\t seized\t the\t flask\t from\t her\t with\t his\t beak\t and\t brought\t it back\tto\ther\tfull\tof\tthe\tblack\twater. But\t Venus\t kept\t on.\t One\t cannot\t but\t accuse\t her\t of\t some\t stupidity.\t The\t only effect\tof\tall\tthat\thad\thappened\twas\tto\tmake\ther\ttry\tagain.\tShe\tgave\tPsyche\ta\tbox which\tshe\twas\tto\tcarry\tto\tthe\tunderworld\tand\task\tProserpine\tto\tfill\twith\tsome\tof her\tbeauty.\tShe\twas\tto\ttell\ther\tthat\tVenus\treally\tneeded\tit,\tshe\twas\tso\tworn-out from\t nursing\t her\t sick\t son.\t Obediently\t as\t always\t Psyche\t went\t forth\t to\t look\t for the\troad\tto\tHades.\tShe\tfound\ther\tguide\tin\ta\ttower\tshe\tpassed.\tIt\tgave\ther\tcareful directions\t how\t to\t get\t to\t Proserpine\u2019s\t palace,\t first\t through\t a\t great\t hole\t in\t the earth,\t then\t down\t to\t the\t river\t of\t death,\t where\t she\t must\t give\t the\t ferryman, Charon,\ta\tpenny\tto\ttake\ther\tacross.\tFrom\tthere\tthe\troad\tled\tstraight\tto\tthe\tpalace. Cerberus,\tthe\tthree-headed\tdog,\tguarded\tthe\tdoors,\tbut\tif\tshe\tgave\thim\ta\tcake\the would\tbe\tfriendly\tand\tlet\ther\tpass. All\thappened,\tof\tcourse,\tas\tthe\ttower\thad\tforetold.\tProserpine\twas\twilling\tto do\t Venus\t a\t service,\t and\t Psyche,\t greatly\t encouraged,\t bore\t back\t the\t box, returning\tfar\tmore\tquickly\tthan\tshe\thad\tgone\tdown. Her\tnext\ttrial\tshe\tbrought\tupon\therself\tthrough\ther\tcuriosity\tand,\tstill\tmore, her\t vanity.\t She\t felt\t that\t she\t must\t see\t what\t that\t beauty-charm\t in\t the\t box\t was; and,\tperhaps,\tuse\ta\tlittle\tof\tit\therself.\tShe\tknew\tquite\tas\twell\tas\tVenus\tdid\tthat her\t looks\t were\t not\t improved\t by\t what\t she\t had\t gone\t through,\t and\t always\t in\t her mind\t was\t the\t thought\t that\t she\t might\t suddenly\t meet\t Cupid.\t If\t only\t she\t could make\t herself\t more\t lovely\t for\t him!\t She\t was\t unable\t to\t resist\t the\t temptation;\t she opened\t the\t box.\t To\t her\t sharp\t disappointment\t she\t saw\t nothing\t there;\t it\t seemed empty.\t Immediately,\t however,\t a\t deadly\t languor\t took\t possession\t of\t her\t and\t she fell\tinto\ta\theavy\tsleep. At\tthis\tjuncture\tthe\tGod\tof\tLove\thimself\tstepped\tforward.\tCupid\twas\thealed of\this\twound\tby\tnow\tand\tlonging\tfor\tPsyche.\tIt\tis\ta\tdifficult\tmatter\tto\tkeep\tLove","imprisoned.\tVenus\thad\tlocked\tthe\tdoor,\tbut\tthere\twere\tthe\twindows.\tAll\tCupid had\t to\t do\t was\t to\t fly\t out\t and\t start\t looking\t for\t his\t wife.\t She\t was\t lying\t almost beside\tthe\tpalace,\tand\the\tfound\ther\tat\tonce.\tIn\ta\tmoment\the\thad\twiped\tthe\tsleep from\t her\t eyes\t and\t put\t it\t back\t into\t the\t box.\t Then\t waking\t her\t with\t just\t a\t prick from\t one\t of\t his\t arrows,\t and\t scolding\t her\t a\t little\t for\t her\t curiosity,\t he\t bade\t her take\tProserpine\u2019s\tbox\tto\this\tmother\tand\the\tassured\ther\tthat\tall\tthereafter\twould be\twell. While\tthe\tjoyful\tPsyche\thastened\ton\ther\terrand,\tthe\tgod\tflew\tup\tto\tOlympus. He\t wanted\t to\t make\t certain\t that\t Venus\t would\t give\t them\t no\t more\t trouble,\t so\t he went\tstraight\tto\tJupiter\thimself.\tThe\tFather\tof\tGods\tand\tMen\tconsented\tat\tonce to\tall\tthat\tCupid\tasked\u2014\u201cEven\tthough,\u201d\the\tsaid,\t\u201cyou\thave\tdone\tme\tgreat\tharm in\t the\t past\u2014seriously\t injured\t my\t good\t name\t and\t my\t dignity\t by\t making\t me change\t myself\t into\t a\t bull\t and\t a\t swan\t and\t so\t on.\u2026\t However,\t I\t cannot\t refuse you.\u201d Then\t he\t called\t a\t full\t assembly\t of\t the\t gods,\t and\t announced\t to\t all,\t including Venus,\t that\t Cupid\t and\t Psyche\t were\t formally\t married,\t and\t that\t he\t proposed\t to bestow\t immortality\t upon\t the\t bride.\t Mercury\t brought\t Psyche\t into\t the\t palace\t of the\t gods,\t and\t Jupiter\t himself\t gave\t her\t the\t ambrosia\t to\t taste\t which\t made\t her immortal.\t This,\t of\t course,\t completely\t changed\t the\t situation.\t Venus\t could\t not object\t to\t a\t goddess\t for\t her\t daughter-in-law;\t the\t alliance\t had\t become\t eminently suitable.\t No\t doubt\t she\t reflected\t also\t that\t Psyche,\t living\t up\t in\t heaven\t with\t a husband\t and\t children\t to\t care\t for,\t could\t not\t be\t much\t on\t the\t earth\t to\t turn\t men\u2019s heads\tand\tinterfere\twith\ther\town\tworship. So\tall\tcame\tto\ta\tmost\thappy\tend.\tLove\tand\tthe\tSoul\t(for\tthat\tis\twhat\tPsyche means)\thad\tsought\tand,\tafter\tsore\ttrials,\tfound\teach\tother;\tand\tthat\tunion\tcould never\tbe\tbroken.","II","PYRAMUS\tAND\tTHISBE This\tstory\tis\tfound\tonly\tin\tOvid.\tIt\tis\tquite\tcharacteristic\tof\thim\tat\this\tbest:\twell- told;\tseveral\trhetorical\tmonologues;\ta\tlittle\tessay\ton\tLove\tby\tthe\tway. Once\tupon\ta\ttime\tthe\tdeep\tred\tberries\tof\tthe\tmulberry\ttree\twere\twhite\tas\tsnow. The\t change\t in\t color\t came\t about\t strangely\t and\t sadly.\t The\t death\t of\t two\t young lovers\twas\tthe\tcause. Pyramus\t and\t Thisbe,\t he\t the\t most\t beautiful\t youth\t and\t she\t the\t loveliest maiden\tof\tall\tthe\tEast,\tlived\tin\tBabylon,\tthe\tcity\tof\tQueen\tSemiramis,\tin\thouses so\t close\t together\t that\t one\t wall\t was\t common\t to\t both.\t Growing\t up\t thus\t side\t by side\t they\t learned\t to\t love\t each\t other.\t They\t longed\t to\t marry,\t but\t their\t parents forbade.\t Love,\t however,\t cannot\t be\t forbidden.\t The\t more\t that\t flame\t is\t covered up,\t the\t hotter\t it\t burns.\t Also\t love\t can\t always\t find\t a\t way.\t It\t was\t impossible\t that these\ttwo\twhose\thearts\twere\ton\tfire\tshould\tbe\tkept\tapart. In\t the\t wall\t both\t houses\t shared\t there\t was\t a\t little\t chink.\t No\t one\t before\t had noticed\t it,\t but\t there\t is\t nothing\t a\t lover\t does\t not\t notice.\t Our\t two\t young\t people discovered\t it\t and\t through\t it\t they\t were\t able\t to\t whisper\t sweetly\t back\t and\t forth. Thisbe\ton\tone\tside,\tPyramus\ton\tthe\tother.\tThe\thateful\twall\tthat\tseparated\tthem had\t become\t their\t means\t of\t reaching\t each\t other.\t \u201cBut\t for\t you\t we\t could\t touch, kiss,\u201d\tthey\twould\tsay.\t\u201cBut\tat\tleast\tyou\tlet\tus\tspeak\ttogether.\tYou\tgive\ta\tpassage for\t loving\t words\t to\t reach\t loving\t ears.\t We\t are\t not\t ungrateful.\u201d\t So\t they\t would talk,\t and\t as\t night\t came\t on\t and\t they\t must\t part,\t each\t would\t press\t on\t the\t wall kisses\tthat\tcould\tnot\tgo\tthrough\tto\tthe\tlips\ton\tthe\tother\tside. Every\t morning\t when\t the\t dawn\t had\t put\t out\t the\t stars,\t and\t the\t sun\u2019s\t rays\t had dried\tthe\thoarfrost\ton\tthe\tgrass,\tthey\twould\tsteal\tto\tthe\tcrack\tand,\tstanding\tthere, now\t utter\t words\t of\t burning\t love\t and\t now\t lament\t their\t hard\t fate,\t but\t always\t in softest\t whispers.\t Finally\t a\t day\t came\t when\t they\t could\t endure\t no\t longer.\t They decided\tthat\tthat\tvery\tnight\tthey\twould\ttry\tto\tslip\taway\tand\tsteal\tout\tthrough\tthe city\tinto\tthe\topen\tcountry\twhere\tat\tlast\tthey\tcould\tbe\ttogether\tin\tfreedom.\tThey","agreed\t to\t meet\t at\t a\t well-known\t place,\t the\t Tomb\t of\t Ninus,\t under\t a\t tree\t there,\t a tall\t mulberry\t full\t of\t snow-white\t berries,\t near\t which\t a\t cool\t spring\t bubbled\t up. The\tplan\tpleased\tthem\tand\tit\tseemed\tto\tthem\tthe\tday\twould\tnever\tend. At\tlast\tthe\tsun\tsank\tinto\tthe\tsea\tand\tnight\tarose.\tIn\tthe\tdarkness\tThisbe\tcrept out\tand\tmade\ther\tway\tin\tall\tsecrecy\tto\tthe\ttomb.\tPyramus\thad\tnot\tcome;\tstill\tshe waited\tfor\thim,\ther\tlove\tmaking\ther\tbold.\tBut\tof\ta\tsudden\tshe\tsaw\tby\tthe\tlight of\t the\t moon\t a\t lioness.\t The\t fierce\t beast\t had\t made\t a\t kill;\t her\t jaws\t were\t bloody and\t she\t was\t coming\t to\t slake\t her\t thirst\t in\t the\t spring.\t She\t was\t still\t far\t away\t for Thisbe\tto\tescape,\tbut\tas\tshe\tfled\tshe\tdropped\ther\tcloak.\tThe\tlioness\tcame\tupon\tit on\ther\tway\tback\tto\ther\tlair\tand\tshe\t mouthed\tit\tand\ttore\tit\tbefore\tdisappearing into\tthe\twoods.\tThat\tis\twhat\tPyramus\tsaw\twhen\the\tappeared\ta\tfew\tminutes\tlater. Before\thim\t lay\t the\t bloodstained\t shreds\t of\t the\t cloak\t and\t clear\t in\t the\t dust\twere the\t tracks\t of\t the\t lioness.\t The\t conclusion\t was\t inevitable.\t He\t never\t doubted\t that he\tknew\tall.\tThisbe\twas\tdead.\tHe\thad\tlet\this\tlove,\ta\ttender\tmaiden,\tcome\talone to\ta\tplace\tfull\tof\tdanger,\tand\tnot\tbeen\tthere\tfirst\tto\tprotect\ther.\t\u201cIt\tis\tI\twho\tkilled you,\u201d\the\tsaid.\tHe\tlifted\tup\tfrom\tthe\ttrampled\tdust\twhat\twas\tleft\tof\tthe\tcloak\tand kissing\t it\t again\t and\t again\t carried\t it\t to\t the\t mulberry\t tree.\t \u201cNow,\u201d\t he\t said,\t \u201cyou shall\tdrink\tmy\tblood,\ttoo.\u201d\tHe\tdrew\this\tsword\tand\tplunged\tit\tinto\this\tside.\tThe blood\tspurted\tup\tover\tthe\tberries\tand\tdyed\tthem\ta\tdark\tred. Thisbe,\talthough\tterrified\tof\tthe\tlioness,\twas\tstill\tmore\tafraid\tto\tfail\ther\tlover. She\t ventured\t to\t go\t back\t to\t the\t tree\t of\t the\t tryst,\t the\t mulberry\t with\t the\t shining white\t fruit.\t She\t could\t not\t find\t it.\t A\t tree\t was\t there,\t but\t not\t one\t gleam\t of\t white was\t on\t the\t branches.\t As\t she\t stared\t at\t it,\t something\t moved\t on\t the\t ground beneath.\t She\t started\t back\t shuddering.\t But\t in\t a\t moment,\t peering\t through\t the shadows,\t she\t saw\t what\t was\t there.\t It\t was\t Pyramus,\t bathed\t in\t blood\t and\t dying. She\t flew\t to\t him\t and\t threw\t her\t arms\t around\t him.\t She\t kissed\t his\t cold\t lips\t and begged\t him\t to\t look\t at\t her,\t to\t speak\t to\t her.\t \u201cIt\t is\t I,\t your\t Thisbe,\t your\t dearest,\u201d she\t cried\t to\t him.\t At\t the\t sound\t of\t her\t name\t he\t opened\t his\t heavy\t eyes\t for\t one look.\tThen\tdeath\tclosed\tthem. She\tsaw\t his\tsword\t fallen\t from\t his\t hand\tand\t beside\tit\t her\t cloak\t stained\t and torn.\t She\t understood\t all.\t \u201cYour\t own\t hand\t killed\t you,\u201d\t she\t said,\t \u201cand\t your\t love for\t me.\t I,\t too,\t can\t be\t brave.\t I,\t too,\t can\t love.\t Only\t death\t would\t have\t had\t the power\t to\t separate\t us.\t It\t shall\t not\t have\t that\t power\t now.\u201d\t She\t plunged\t into\t her heart\tthe\tsword\tthat\twas\tstill\twet\twith\this\tlife\u2019s\tblood. The\t gods\t were\t pitiful\t at\t the\t end,\t and\t the\t lovers\u2019\t parents,\t too.\t The\t deep\t red fruit\tof\tthe\tmulberry\tis\tthe\teverlasting\tmemorial\tof\tthese\ttrue\tlovers,\tand\tone\turn holds\tthe\tashes\tof\tthe\ttwo\twhom\tnot\teven\tdeath\tcould\tpart.","ORPHEUS\tAND\tEURYDICE The\taccount\tof\tOrpheus\twith\tthe\tArgonauts\tis\ttold\tonly\tby\tApollonius\tof\tRhodes, a\tthird-century\tGreek\tpoet.\tThe\trest\tof\tthe\tstory\tis\ttold\tbest\tby\ttwo\tRoman\tpoets, Virgil\t and\t Ovid,\t in\t very\t much\t the\t same\t style.\t The\t Latin\t names\t of\t the\t gods\t are therefore\tused\there.\tApollonius\tinfluenced\tVirgil\ta\tgood\tdeal.\tIndeed,\tany\tone\tof the\tthree\tmight\thave\twritten\tthe\tentire\tstory\tas\tit\tstands. The\tvery\tearliest\tmusicians\twere\tthe\tgods.\tAthena\twas\tnot\tdistinguished\tin\tthat line,\tbut\tshe\tinvented\tthe\tflute\talthough\tshe\tnever\tplayed\tupon\tit.\tHermes\tmade the\tlyre\tand\tgave\tit\tto\tApollo\twho\tdrew\tfrom\tit\tsounds\tso\tmelodious\tthat\twhen he\tplayed\tin\tOlympus\tthe\tgods\tforgot\tall\telse.\tHermes\talso\tmade\tthe\tshepherd- pipe\tfor\thimself\tand\tdrew\tenchanting\tmusic\tfrom\tit.\tPan\tmade\tthe\tpipe\tof\treeds which\t can\t sing\t as\t sweetly\t as\t the\t nightingale\t in\t spring.\t The\t Muses\t had\t no instrument\tpeculiar\tto\tthem,\tbut\ttheir\tvoices\twere\tlovely\tbeyond\tcompare. Next\t in\t order\t came\t a\t few\t mortals\t so\t excellent\t in\t their\t art\t that\t they\t almost equaled\tthe\tdivine\tperformers.\tOf\tthese\tby\tfar\tthe\tgreatest\twas\tOrpheus.\tOn\this mother\u2019s\tside\the\twas\tmore\tthan\tmortal.\tHe\twas\tthe\tson\tof\tone\tof\tthe\tMuses\tand a\t Thracian\t prince.\t His\t mother\t gave\t him\t the\t gift\t of\t music\t and\t Thrace\t where\t he grew\t up\t fostered\t it.\t The\t Thracians\t were\t the\t most\t musical\t of\t the\t peoples\t of Greece.\t But\t Orpheus\t had\t no\t rival\t there\t or\t anywhere\t except\t the\t gods\t alone. There\t was\t no\t limit\t to\t his\t power\t when\t he\t played\t and\t sang.\t No\t one\t and\t nothing could\tresist\thim. In\tthe\tdeep\tstill\twoods\tupon\tthe\tThracian\tmountains Orpheus\twith\this\tsinging\tlyre\tled\tthe\ttrees, Led\tthe\twild\tbeasts\tof\tthe\twilderness. Everything\t animate\t and\t inanimate\t followed\t him.\t He\t moved\t the\t rocks\t on\t the hillside\tand\tturned\tthe\tcourse\tof\tthe\trivers. Little\tis\ttold\tabout\this\tlife\tbefore\this\till-fated\tmarriage,\tfor\twhich\the\tis\teven better\t known\t than\t for\t his\t music,\t but\t he\t went\t on\t one\t famous\t expedition\t and proved\t himself\t a\t most\t useful\t member\t of\t it.\t He\t sailed\t with\t Jason\t on\t the\t Argo,","and\twhen\tthe\theroes\twere\tweary\tor\tthe\trowing\twas\tespecially\tdifficult\the\twould strike\this\tlyre\tand\tthey\twould\tbe\taroused\tto\tfresh\tzeal\tand\ttheir\toars\twould\tsmite the\tsea\ttogether\tin\ttime\tto\tthe\tmelody.\tOr\tif\ta\tquarrel\tthreatened\the\twould\tplay so\t tenderly\t and\t soothingly\t that\t the\t fiercest\t spirits\t would\t grow\t calm\t and\t forget their\tanger.\tHe\tsaved\tthe\theroes,\ttoo,\tfrom\tthe\tSirens.\tWhen\tthey\theard\tfar\tover the\tsea\tsinging\tso\tenchantingly\tsweet\tthat\tit\tdrove\tout\tall\tother\tthoughts\texcept\ta desperate\tlonging\tto\thear\tmore,\tand\tthey\tturned\tthe\tship\tto\tthe\tshore\twhere\tthe Sirens\t sat,\t Orpheus\t snatched\t up\t his\t lyre\t and\t played\t a\t tune\t so\t clear\t and\t ringing that\tit\tdrowned\tthe\tsound\tof\tthose\tlovely\tfatal\tvoices.\tThe\tship\twas\tput\tback\ton her\t course\t and\t the\t winds\t sped\t her\t away\t from\t the\t dangerous\t place.\t If\t Orpheus had\tnot\tbeen\tthere\tthe\tArgonauts,\ttoo,\twould\thave\tleft\ttheir\tbones\ton\tthe\tSirens\u2019 island. Where\the\tfirst\tmet\tand\thow\the\twooed\tthe\tmaiden\the\tloved,\tEurydice,\twe\tare not\t told,\t but\t it\t is\t clear\t that\t no\t maiden\t he\t wanted\t could\t have\t resisted\t the\t power of\t his\t song.\t They\t were\t married,\t but\t their\t joy\t was\t brief.\t Directly\t after\t the wedding,\t as\t the\t bride\t walked\t in\t a\t meadow\t with\t her\t bridesmaids,\t a\t viper\t stung her\tand\tshe\tdied.\tOrpheus\u2019\tgrief\twas\toverwhelming.\tHe\tcould\tnot\tendure\tit.\tHe determined\tto\tgo\tdown\tto\tthe\tworld\tof\tdeath\tand\ttry\tto\tbring\tEurydice\tback.\tHe said\tto\thimself, With\tmy\tsong I\twill\tcharm\tDemeter\u2019s\tdaughter, I\twill\tcharm\tthe\tLord\tof\tthe\tDead, Moving\ttheir\thearts\twith\tmy\tmelody. I\twill\tbear\ther\taway\tfrom\tHades. He\tdared\tmore\tthan\tany\tother\tman\tever\tdared\tfor\this\tlove.\tHe\ttook\tthe fearsome\tjourney\tto\tthe\tunderworld.\tThere\the\tstruck\this\tlyre,\tand\tat\tthe\tsound all\tthat\tvast\tmultitude\twere\tcharmed\tto\tstillness.\tThe\tdog\tCerberus\trelaxed\this guard;\tthe\twheel\tof\tIxion\tstood\tmotionless;\tSisiphus\tsat\tat\trest\tupon\this\tstone; Tantalus\tforgot\this\tthirst;\tfor\tthe\tfirst\ttime\tthe\tfaces\tof\tthe\tdread\tgoddesses,\tthe Furies,\twere\twet\twith\ttears.\tThe\truler\tof\tHades\tdrew\tnear\tto\tlisten\twith\this queen.\tOrpheus\tsang, O\tGods\twho\trule\tthe\tdark\tand\tsilent\tworld, To\tyou\tall\tborn\tof\ta\twoman\tneeds\tmust\tcome. All\tlovely\tthings\tat\tlast\tgo\tdown\tto\tyou. You\tare\tthe\tdebtor\twho\tis\talways\tpaid. A\tlittle\twhile\twe\ttarry\tup\ton\tearth. Then\twe\tare\tyours\tforever\tand\tforever.","But\tI\tseek\tone\twho\tcame\tto\tyou\ttoo\tsoon. The\tbud\twas\tplucked\tbefore\tthe\tflower\tbloomed. I\ttried\tto\tbear\tmy\tloss.\tI\tcould\tnot\tbear\tit. Love\twas\ttoo\tstrong\ta\tgod.\tO\tKing,\tyou\tknow If\tthat\told\ttale\tmen\ttell\tis\ttrue,\thow\tonce The\tflowers\tsaw\tthe\trape\tof\tProserpine. Then\tweave\tagain\tfor\tsweet\tEurydice Life\u2019s\tpattern\tthat\twas\ttaken\tfrom\tthe\tloom Too\tquickly.\tSee,\tI\task\ta\tlittle\tthing, Only\tthat\tyou\twill\tlend,\tnot\tgive,\ther\tto\tme. She\tshall\tbe\tyours\twhen\ther\tyears\u2019\tspan\tis\tfull. No\tone\tunder\tthe\tspell\tof\this\tvoice\tcould\trefuse\thim\tanything.\tHe Drew\tiron\ttears\tdown\tPluto\u2019s\tcheek, And\tmade\tHell\tgrant\twhat\tLove\tdid\tseek. They\tsummoned\tEurydice\tand\tgave\ther\tto\thim,\tbut\tupon\tone\tcondition:\tthat he\twould\tnot\tlook\tback\tat\ther\tas\tshe\tfollowed\thim,\tuntil\tthey\thad\treached\tthe upper\tworld.\tSo\tthe\ttwo\tpassed\tthrough\tthe\tgreat\tdoors\tof\tHades\tto\tthe\tpath which\twould\ttake\tthem\tout\tof\tthe\tdarkness,\tclimbing\tup\tand\tup.\tHe\tknew\tthat she\tmust\tbe\tjust\tbehind\thim,\tbut\the\tlonged\tunutterably\tto\tgive\tone\tglance\tto make\tsure.\tBut\tnow\tthey\twere\talmost\tthere,\tthe\tblackness\twas\tturning\tgray;\tnow he\thad\tstepped\tout\tjoyfully\tinto\tthe\tdaylight.\tThen\the\tturned\tto\ther.\tIt\twas\ttoo soon;\tshe\twas\tstill\tin\tthe\tcavern.\tHe\tsaw\ther\tin\tthe\tdim\tlight,\tand\the\theld\tout\this arms\tto\tclasp\ther;\tbut\ton\tthe\tinstant\tshe\twas\tgone.\tShe\thad\tslipped\tback\tinto\tthe darkness.\tAll\the\theard\twas\tone\tfaint\tword,\t\u201cFarewell.\u201d Desperately\the\ttried\tto\trush\tafter\ther\tand\tfollow\ther\tdown,\tbut\the\twas\tnot allowed.\tThe\tgods\twould\tnot\tconsent\tto\this\tentering\tthe\tworld\tof\tthe\tdead\ta second\ttime,\twhile\the\twas\tstill\talive.\tHe\twas\tforced\tto\treturn\tto\tthe\tearth\talone, in\tutter\tdesolation.\tThen\the\tforsook\tthe\tcompany\tof\tmen.\tHe\twandered\tthrough the\twild\tsolitudes\tof\tThrace,\tcomfortless\texcept\tfor\this\tlyre,\tplaying,\talways playing,\tand\tthe\trocks\tand\tthe\trivers\tand\tthe\ttrees\theard\thim\tgladly,\this\tonly companions.\tBut\tat\tlast\ta\tband\tof\tMaenads\tcame\tupon\thim.\tThey\twere\tas frenzied\tas\tthose\twho\tkilled\tPentheus\tso\thorribly.\tThey\tslew\tthe\tgentle musician,\ttearing\thim\tlimb\tfrom\tlimb,\tand\tflung\tthe\tsevered\thead\tinto\tthe\tswift river\tHebrus.\tIt\twas\tborne\talong\tpast\tthe\triver\u2019s\tmouth\ton\tto\tthe\tLesbian\tshore, nor\thad\tit\tsuffered\tany\tchange\tfrom\tthe\tsea\twhen\tthe\tMuses\tfound\tit\tand\tburied it\tin\tthe\tsanctuary\tof\tthe\tisland.\tHis\tlimbs\tthey\tgathered\tand\tplaced\tin\ta\ttomb\tat","it\tin\tthe\tsanctuary\tof\tthe\tisland.\tHis\tlimbs\tthey\tgathered\tand\tplaced\tin\ta\ttomb\tat the\tfoot\tof\tMount\tOlympus,\tand\tthere\tto\tthis\tday\tthe\tnightingales\tsing\tmore sweetly\tthan\tanywhere\telse.","CEYX\tAND\tALCYONE Ovid\tis\tthe\tbest\tsource\tfor\tthis\tstory.\tThe\texaggeration\tof\tthe\tstorm\tis\ttypically Roman.\t Sleep\u2019s\t abode\t with\t its\t charming\t details\t shows\t Ovid\u2019s\t power\t of description.\tThe\tnames\tof\tthe\tgods,\tof\tcourse,\tare\tLatin. Ceyx,\t a\t king\t in\t Thessaly,\t was\t the\t son\t of\t Lucifer,\t the\t light-bearer,\t the\t star\t that brings\tin\tthe\tday,\tand\t all\this\tfather\u2019s\tbright\tgladness\twas\tin\this\tface.\tHis\twife Alcyone\t was\t also\t of\t high\t descent;\t she\t was\t the\t daughter\t of\t Aeolus,\t King\t of\t the Winds.\t The\t two\t loved\t each\t other\t devotedly\t and\t were\t never\t willingly\t apart. Nevertheless,\ta\ttime\tcame\twhen\the\tdecided\the\tmust\tleave\ther\tand\tmake\ta\tlong journey\t across\t the\t sea.\t Various\t matters\t had\t happened\t to\t disturb\t him\t and\t he wished\t to\t consult\t the\t oracle,\t men\u2019s\t refuge\t in\t trouble.\t When\t Alcyone\t learned what\the\twas\tplanning\tshe\twas\toverwhelmed\twith\tgrief\tand\tterror.\tShe\ttold\thim with\t streaming\t tears\t and\t in\t a\t voice\t broken\t with\t sobs,\t that\t she\t knew\t as\t few others\tcould\tthe\tpower\tof\tthe\twinds\tupon\tthe\tsea.\tIn\ther\tfather\u2019s\tpalace\tshe\thad watched\t them\t from\t her\t childhood,\t their\t stormy\t meetings,\t the\t black\t clouds\t they summoned\t and\t the\t wild\t red\t lightning.\t \u201cAnd\t many\t a\t time\t upon\t the\t beach,\u201d\t she said,\t \u201cI\t have\t seen\t the\t broken\t planks\t of\t ships\t tossed\t up.\t Oh,\t do\t not\t go.\t But\t if\t I cannot\tpersuade\tyou,\tat\tleast\ttake\tme\twith\tyou.\tI\tcan\tendure\twhatever\tcomes\tto us\ttogether.\u201d Ceyx\t was\t deeply\t moved,\t for\t she\t loved\t him\t no\t better\t than\t he\t loved\t her,\t but his\t purpose\t held\t fast.\t He\t felt\t that\t he\t must\t get\t counsel\t from\t the\t oracle\t and\t he would\t not\t hear\t of\t her\t sharing\t the\t perils\t of\t the\t voyage.\t She\t had\t to\t yield\t and\t let him\t go\t alone.\t Her\t heart\t was\t so\t heavy\t when\t she\t bade\t him\t farewell\t it\t was\t as\t if she\tforesaw\twhat\twas\tto\tcome.\tShe\twaited\ton\tthe\tshore\twatching\tthe\tship\tuntil\tit sailed\tout\tof\tsight. That\tvery\tnight\ta\tfierce\tstorm\tbroke\tover\tthe\tsea.\tThe\twinds\tall\tmet\tin\ta\tmad hurricane,\tand\tthe\twaves\trose\tup\tmountain-high.\tRain\tfell\tin\tsuch\tsheets\tthat\tthe whole\theaven\tseemed\tfalling\tinto\tthe\tsea\tand\tthe\tsea\tseemed\tleaping\tup\tinto\tthe sky.\t The\t men\t on\t the\t quivering,\t battered\t boat\t were\t mad\t with\t terror,\t all\t except one\twho\tthought\tonly\tof\tAlcyone\tand\trejoiced\tthat\tshe\twas\tin\tsafety.\tHer\tname was\ton\this\tlips\twhen\tthe\tship\tsank\tand\tthe\twaters\tclosed\tover\thim. Alcyone\twas\tcounting\toff\tthe\tdays.\tShe\tkept\therself\tbusy,\tweaving\ta\trobe\tfor","him\t against\t his\t return\t and\t another\t for\t herself\t to\t be\t lovely\t in\t when\t he\t first\t saw her.\t And\t many\t times\t each\t day\t she\t prayed\t to\t the\t gods\t for\t him,\t to\t Juno\t most\t of all.\tThe\tgoddess\twas\ttouched\tby\tthose\tprayers\tfor\tone\twho\thad\tlong\tbeen\tdead. She\tsummoned\ther\tmessenger\tIris\tand\tordered\ther\tto\tgo\tto\tthe\thouse\tof\tSomnus, God\tof\t Sleep,\tand\tbid\t him\tsend\ta\t dream\tto\tAlcyone\tto\ttell\ther\tthe\ttruth\t about Ceyx. The\t abode\t of\t Sleep\t is\t near\t the\t black\t country\t of\t the\t Cimmerians,\t in\t a\t deep valley\t where\t the\t sun\t never\t shines\t and\t dusky\t twilight\t wraps\t all\t things\t in shadows.\t No\t cock\t crows\t there;\t no\t watchdog\t breaks\t the\t silence;\t no\t branches rustle\t in\t the\t breeze;\t no\t clamor\t of\t tongues\t disturbs\t the\t peace.\t The\t only\t sound comes\tfrom\tthe\tgently\tflowing\tstream\tof\tLethe,\tthe\triver\tof\tforgetfulness,\twhere the\twaters\tmurmuring\tentice\tto\tsleep.\tBefore\tthe\tdoor\tpoppies\tbloom,\tand\tother drowsy\t herbs.\t Within,\t the\t God\t of\t Slumber\t lies\t upon\t a\t couch\t downy-soft\t and black\tof\thue.\tThere\tcame\tIris\tin\ther\tcloak\tof\tmany\tcolors,\ttrailing\tacross\tthe\tsky in\t a\t rainbow\t curve,\t and\t the\t dark\t house\t was\t lit\t up\t with\t the\t shining\t of\t her garments.\tEven\tso,\tit\twas\thard\tfor\ther\tto\tmake\tthe\tgod\topen\this\theavy\teyes\tand understand\t what\t he\t was\t required\t to\t do.\t As\t soon\t as\t she\t was\t sure\t he\t was\t really awake\t and\t her\t errand\t done,\t Iris\t sped\t away,\t fearful\t that\t she\t too\t might\t sink forever\tinto\tslumber. The\t old\t God\t of\t Sleep\t aroused\t his\t son,\t Morpheus,\t skilled\t in\t assuming\t the form\t of\t any\t and\t every\t human\t being,\t and\t he\t gave\t him\t Juno\u2019s\t orders.\t On noiseless\t wings\t Morpheus\t flew\t through\t the\t darkness\t and\t stood\t by\t Alcyone\u2019s bed.\t He\t had\t taken\t on\t the\t face\t and\t form\t of\t Ceyx\t drowned.\t Naked\t and\t dripping wet\t he\t bent\t over\t her\t couch.\t \u201cPoor\t wife,\u201d\t he\t said,\t \u201clook,\t your\t husband\t is\t here. Do\t you\t know\t me\t or\t is\t my\t face\t changed\t in\t death?\t I\t am\t dead,\t Alcyone.\t Your name\twas\ton\tmy\tlips\twhen\tthe\twaters\toverwhelmed\tme.\tThere\tis\tno\thope\tfor\tme any\t more.\t But\t give\t me\t your\t tears.\t Let\t me\t not\t go\t down\t to\t the\t shadowy\t land unwept.\u201d\tIn\ther\tsleep\tAlcyone\tmoaned\tand\tstretched\ther\tarms\tout\tto\tclasp\thim. She\t cried\t aloud,\t \u201cWait\t for\t me.\t I\t will\t go\t with\t you,\u201d\t and\t her\t cry\t awakened\t her. She\t woke\t to\t the\t conviction\t that\t her\t husband\t was\t dead,\t that\t what\t she\t had\t seen was\tno\tdream,\tbut\thimself.\t\u201cI\tsaw\thim,\ton\tthat\tvery\tspot,\u201d\tshe\ttold\therself.\t\u201cSo piteous\t he\t looked.\t He\t is\t dead\t and\t soon\t I\t shall\t die.\t Could\t I\t stay\t here\t when\t his dear\tbody\tis\ttossed\tabout\tin\tthe\twaves?\tI\twill\tnot\tleave\tyou,\tmy\thusband;\tI\twill not\ttry\tto\tlive.\u201d With\t the\t first\t daylight\t she\t went\t to\t the\t shore,\t to\t the\t headland\t where\t she\t had stood\t to\t watch\t him\t sail\t away.\t As\t she\t gazed\t seaward,\t far\t off\t on\t the\t water\t she saw\t something\t floating.\t The\t tide\t was\t setting\t in\t and\t the\t thing\t came\t nearer\t and","nearer\tuntil\tshe\tknew\tit\twas\ta\tdead\tbody.\tShe\twatched\tit\twith\tpity\tand\thorror\tin her\theart\tas\tit\tdrifted\tslowly\ttoward\ther.\tAnd\tnow\tit\twas\tclose\tto\tthe\theadland, almost\t beside\t her.\t It\t was\t he,\t Ceyx,\t her\t husband.\t She\t ran\t and\t leaped\t into\t the water,\tcrying,\t\u201cHusband,\tdearest!\u201d\u2014and\tthen\toh,\twonder,\tinstead\tof\tsinking\tinto the\twaves\tshe\twas\tflying\tover\tthem.\tShe\thad\twings;\ther\tbody\twas\tcovered\twith feathers.\t She\t had\t been\t changed\t into\t a\t bird.\t The\t gods\t were\t kind.\t They\t did\t the same\tto\tCeyx.\tAs\tshe\tflew\tto\tthe\tbody\tit\twas\tgone,\tand\the,\tchanged\tinto\ta\tbird like\t herself,\t joined\t her.\t But\t their\t love\t was\t unchanged.\t They\t are\t always\t seen together,\tflying\tor\triding\tthe\twaves. Every\t year\t there\t are\t seven\t days\t on\t end\t when\t the\t sea\t lies\t still\t and\t calm;\t no breath\t of\t wind\t stirs\t the\t waters.\t These\t are\t the\t days\t when\t Alcyone\t broods\t over her\t nest\t floating\t on\t the\t sea.\t After\t the\t young\t birds\t are\t hatched\t the\t charm\t is broken;\t but\t each\t winter\t these\t days\t of\t perfect\t peace\t come,\t and\t they\t are\t called after\ther,\tAlcyone,\tor,\tmore\tcommonly,\tHalcyon\tdays. While\tbirds\tof\tcalm\tsit\tbrooding\ton\tthe\tcharmed\twave.","PYGMALION\tAND\tGALATEA This\tstory\tis\ttold\tonly\tby\tOvid\tand\tthe\tGoddess\tof\tLove\tis\ttherefore\tVenus.\tIt\tis an\t excellent\t example\t of\t Ovid\u2019s\t way\t of\t dressing\t up\t a\t myth,\t for\t which\t see\t the Introduction. A\tgifted\tyoung\tsculptor\tof\tCyprus,\tnamed\tPygmalion,\twas\ta\twoman-hater. Detesting\tthe\tfaults\tbeyond\tmeasure\twhich\tnature has\tgiven\tto\twomen, he\t resolved\t never\t to\t marry.\t His\t art,\t he\t told\t himself,\t was\t enough\t for\t him. Nevertheless,\t the\t statue\t he\t made\t and\t devoted\t all\t his\t genius\t to\t was\t that\t of\t a woman.\tEither\the\tcould\tnot\tdismiss\twhat\the\tso\tdisapproved\tof\tfrom\this\tmind\tas easily\t as\t from\t his\t life,\t or\t else\t he\t was\t bent\t on\t forming\t a\t perfect\t woman\t and showing\tmen\tthe\tdeficiencies\tof\tthe\tkind\tthey\thad\tto\tput\tup\twith. However\tthat\twas,\the\tlabored\tlong\tand\tdevotedly\ton\tthe\tstatue\tand\tproduced a\t most\t exquisite\t work\t of\t art.\t But\t lovely\t as\t it\t was\t he\t could\t not\t rest\t content.\t He kept\ton\tworking\tat\tit\tand\tdaily\tunder\this\tskillful\tfingers\tit\tgrew\tmore\tbeautiful. No\t woman\t ever\t born,\t no\t statue\t ever\t made,\t could\t approach\t it.\t When\t nothing could\t be\t added\t to\t its\t perfections,\t a\t strange\t fate\t had\t befallen\t its\t creator:\t he\t had fallen\tin\tlove,\tdeeply,\tpassionately\tin\tlove,\twith\tthe\tthing\the\thad\tmade.\tIt\tmust be\t said\t in\t explanation\t that\t the\t statue\t did\t not\t look\t like\t a\t statue;\t no\t one\t would have\t thought\t it\t was\t ivory\t or\t stone,\t but\t warm\t human\t flesh,\t motionless\t for\t a moment\tonly.\tSuch\twas\tthe\twondrous\tpower\tof\tthis\tdisdainful\tyoung\tman.\tThe supreme\tachievement\tof\tart\twas\this,\tthe\tart\tof\tconcealing\tart.","But\t from\t that\t time\t on,\t the\t sex\t he\t scorned\t had\t their\t revenge.\t No\t hopeless lover\t of\t a\t living\t maiden\t was\t ever\t so\t desperately\t unhappy\t as\t Pygmalion.\t He kissed\tthose\tenticing\tlips\u2014they\tcould\tnot\tkiss\thim\tback;\the\tcaressed\ther\thands, her\tface\u2014they\twere\tunresponsive;\the\ttook\ther\tin\this\tarms\u2014she\tremained\ta\tcold and\t passive\t form.\t For\t a\t time\t he\t tried\t to\t pretend,\t as\t children\t do\t with\t their\t toys. He\t would\t dress\t her\t in\t rich\t robes,\t trying\t the\t effect\t of\t one\t delicate\t or\t glowing color\t after\t another,\t and\t imagine\t she\t was\t pleased.\t He\t would\t bring\t her\t the\t gifts real\t maidens\t love,\t little\t birds\t and\t gay\t flowers\t and\t the\t shining\t tears\t of\t amber Pha\u00ebthon\u2019s\t sisters\t weep,\t and\t then\t dream\t that\t she\t thanked\t him\t with\t eager affection.\tHe\tput\ther\tto\tbed\tat\tnight,\tand\ttucked\ther\tin\tall\tsoft\tand\twarm,\tas\tlittle girls\tdo\ttheir\tdolls.\tBut\the\twas\tnot\ta\tchild;\the\tcould\tnot\tkeep\ton\tpretending.\tIn the\t end\t he\t gave\t up.\t He\t loved\t a\t lifeless\t thing\t and\t he\t was\t utterly\t and\t hopelessly wretched. This\t singular\t passion\t did\t not\t long\t remain\t concealed\t from\t the\t Goddess\t of","Passionate\tLove.\tVenus\twas\tinterested\tin\tsomething\tthat\tseldom\tcame\ther\tway, a\t new\t kind\t of\t lover,\t and\t she\t determined\t to\t help\t a\t young\t man\t who\t could\t be enamored\tand\tyet\toriginal. The\t feast\t day\t of\t Venus\t was,\t of\t course,\t especially\t honored\t in\t Cyprus,\t the island\twhich\tfirst\treceived\tthe\tgoddess\tafter\tshe\trose\tfrom\tthe\tfoam.\tSnow-white heifers\t whose\t horns\t had\t been\t gilded\t were\t offered\t in\t numbers\t to\t her;\t the heavenly\t odor\t of\t incense\t was\t spread\t through\t the\t island\t from\t her\t many\t altars; crowds\t thronged\t her\t temples;\t not\t an\t unhappy\t lover\t but\t was\t there\t with\t his\t gift, praying\t that\t his\t love\t might\t turn\t kind.\t There\t too,\t of\t course,\t was\t Pygmalion.\t He dared\t to\t ask\t the\t goddess\t only\t that\t he\t might\t find\t a\t maiden\t like\t his\t statue,\t but Venus\tknew\twhat\the\treally\twanted\tand\tas\ta\tsign\tthat\tshe\tfavored\this\tprayer\tthe flame\ton\tthe\taltar\the\tstood\tbefore\tleaped\tup\tthree\ttimes,\tblazing\tinto\tthe\tair. Very\tthoughtful\tat\tthis\tgood\tomen\tPygmalion\tsought\this\thouse\tand\this\tlove, the\tthing\the\thad\tcreated\tand\tgiven\this\theart\tto.\tThere\tshe\tstood\ton\ther\tpedestal, entrancingly\t beautiful.\t He\t caressed\t her\t and\t then\t he\t started\t back.\t Was\t it\t self- deception\t or\t did\t she\t really\t feel\t warm\t to\t his\t touch?\t He\t kissed\t her\t lips,\t a\t long lingering\t kiss,\t and\t felt\t them\t grow\t soft\t beneath\t his.\t He\t touched\t her\t arms,\t her shoulders;\t their\t hardness\t vanished.\t It\t was\t like\t watching\t wax\t soften\t in\t the\t sun. He\t clasped\t her\t wrist;\t blood\t was\t pulsing\t there.\t Venus,\t he\t thought.\t This\t is\t the goddess\u2019s\tdoing.\tAnd\twith\tunutterable\tgratitude\tand\tjoy\the\tput\this\tarms\taround his\tlove\tand\tsaw\ther\tsmile\tinto\this\teyes\tand\tblush.","Venus\t herself\t graced\t their\t marriage\t with\t her\t presence,\t but\t what\t happened after\t that\t we\t do\t not\t know,\t except\t that\t Pygmalion\t named\t the\t maiden\t Galatea, and\tthat\ttheir\tson,\tPaphos,\tgave\this\tname\tto\tVenus\u2019\tfavorite\tcity.","BAUCIS\tAND\tPHILEMON Ovid\tis\tthe\tonly\tsource\tfor\tthis\tstory.\tIt\tshows\tespecially\twell\this\tlove\tof\tdetails and\t the\t skillful\t way\t he\t uses\t them\t to\t make\t a\t fairy\t tale\t seem\t realistic.\t The\t Latin names\tof\tthe\tgods\tare\tused. In\t the\t Phrygian\t hill-country\t there\t were\t once\t two\t trees\t which\t all\t the\t peasants near\t and\t far\t pointed\t out\t as\t a\t great\t marvel,\t and\t no\t wonder,\t for\t one\t was\t an\t oak and\tthe\tother\ta\tlinden,\tyet\tthey\tgrew\tfrom\ta\tsingle\ttrunk.\tThe\tstory\tof\thow\tthis came\t about\t is\t a\t proof\t of\t the\t immeasurable\t power\t of\t the\t gods,\t and\t also\t of\t the way\tthey\treward\tthe\thumble\tand\tthe\tpious. Sometimes\twhen\tJupiter\twas\ttired\tof\teating\tambrosia\tand\tdrinking\tnectar\tup in\tOlympus\tand\teven\ta\tlittle\tweary\tof\tlistening\tto\tApollo\u2019s\tlyre\tand\twatching\tthe Graces\t dance,\t he\t would\t come\t down\t to\t the\t earth,\t disguise\t himself\t as\t a\t mortal, and\t go\t looking\t for\t adventures.\t His\t favorite\t companion\t on\t these\t tours\t was Mercury,\t the\t most\t entertaining\t of\t all\t the\t gods,\t the\t shrewdest\t and\t the\t most resourceful.\t On\t this\t particular\t trip\t Jupiter\t had\t determined\t to\t find\t out\t how hospitable\tthe\tpeople\tof\tPhrygia\twere.\tHospitality\twas,\tof\tcourse,\tvery\timportant to\t him,\t since\t all\t guests,\t all\t who\t seek\t shelter\t in\t a\t strange\t land,\t were\t under\t his special\tprotection. The\t two\t gods,\t accordingly,\t took\t on\t the\t appearance\t of\t poor\t wayfarers\t and wandered\tthrough\tthe\tland,\tknocking\tat\teach\tlowly\thut\tor\tgreat\thouse\tthey\tcame to\t and\t asking\t for\t food\t and\t a\t place\t to\t rest\t in.\t Not\t one\t would\t admit\t them;\t every time\t they\t were\t dismissed\t insolently\t and\t the\t door\t barred\t against\t them.\t They made\ttrial\tof\thundreds;\tall\ttreated\tthem\tin\tthe\tsame\tway.\tAt\tlast\tthey\tcame\tupon a\t little\t hovel\t of\t the\t humblest\t sort,\t poorer\t than\t any\t they\t had\t yet\t found,\t with\t a roof\t made\t only\t of\t reeds.\t But\t here,\t when\t they\t knocked,\t the\t door\t was\t opened wide\tand\ta\tcheerful\tvoice\tbade\tthem\tenter.\tThey\thad\tto\tstoop\tto\tpass\tthrough\tthe low\t entrance,\t but\t once\t inside\t they\t found\t themselves\t in\t a\t snug\t and\t very\t clean room,\t where\t a\t kindly-faced\t old\t man\t and\t woman\t welcomed\t them\t in\t the friendliest\tfashion\tand\tbustled\tabout\tto\tmake\tthem\tcomfortable. The\t old\t man\t set\t a\t bench\t near\t the\t fire\t and\t told\t them\t to\t stretch\t out\t on\t it\t and rest\ttheir\ttired\tlimbs,\tand\tthe\told\twoman\tthrew\ta\tsoft\tcovering\tover\tit.\tHer\tname was\t Baucis,\t she\t told\t the\t strangers,\t and\t her\t husband\t was\t called\t Philemon.\t They","had\t lived\t in\t that\t cottage\t all\t their\t married\t life\t and\t had\t always\t been\t happy.\t \u201cWe are\tpoor\tfolk,\u201d\tshe\tsaid,\t\u201cbut\tpoverty\tisn\u2019t\tso\tbad\twhen\tyou\u2019re\twilling\tto\town\tup to\t it,\t and\t a\t contented\t spirit\t is\t a\t great\t help,\t too.\u201d\t All\t the\t while\t she\t was\t talking, she\twas\tbusy\tdoing\tthings\tfor\tthem.\tThe\tcoals\tunder\tthe\tashes\ton\tthe\tdark\thearth she\t fanned\t to\t life\t until\t a\t cheerful\t fire\t was\t burning.\t Over\t this\t she\t hung\t a\t little kettle\t full\t of\t water\t and\t just\t as\t it\t began\t to\t boil\t her\t husband\t came\t in\t with\t a\t fine cabbage\t he\t had\t got\t from\t the\t garden.\t Into\t the\t kettle\t it\t went,\t with\t a\t piece\t of\t the pork\t which\t was\t hanging\t from\t one\t of\t the\t beams.\t While\t this\t cooked\t Baucis\t set the\t table\t with\t her\t trembling\t old\t hands.\t One\t table-leg\t was\t too\t short,\t but\t she propped\t it\t up\t with\t a\t bit\t of\t broken\t dish.\t On\t the\t board\t she\t placed\t olives\t and radishes\t and\t several\t eggs\t which\t she\t had\t roasted\t in\t the\t ashes.\t By\t this\t time\t the cabbage\t and\t bacon\t were\t done,\t and\t the\t old\t man\t pushed\t two\t rickety\t couches\t up to\tthe\ttable\tand\tbade\this\tguests\trecline\tand\teat. Presently\t he\t brought\t them\t cups\t of\t beechwood\t and\t an\t earthenware\t mixing bowl\t which\t held\t some\t wine\t very\t like\t vinegar,\t plentifully\t diluted\t with\t water. Philemon,\thowever,\twas\tclearly\tproud\tand\thappy\tat\tbeing\table\tto\tadd\tsuch\tcheer to\t the\t supper\t and\t he\t kept\t on\t the\t watch\t to\t refill\t each\t cup\t as\t soon\t as\t it\t was emptied.\t The\t two\t old\t folks\t were\t so\t pleased\t and\t excited\t by\t the\t success\t of\t their hospitality\tthat\tonly\tvery\tslowly\ta\tstrange\tthing\tdawned\tupon\tthem.\tThe\tmixing bowl\t kept\t full.\t No\t matter\t how\t many\t cups\t were\t poured\t out\t from\t it,\t the\t level\t of the\twine\tstayed\tthe\tsame,\tup\tto\tthe\tbrim.\tAs\tthey\tsaw\tthis\twonder\teach\tlooked in\t terror\t at\t the\t other,\t and\t dropping\t their\t eyes\t they\t prayed\t silently.\t Then\t in quavering\t voices\t and\t trembling\t all\t over\t they\t begged\t their\t guests\t to\t pardon\t the poor\t refreshments\t they\t had\t offered.\t \u201cWe\t have\t a\t goose,\u201d\t the\t old\t man\t said, \u201cwhich\twe\tought\tto\thave\tgiven\tyour\tlordships.\tBut\tif\tyou\twill\tonly\twait,\tit\tshall be\t done\t at\t once.\u201d\t To\t catch\t the\t goose,\t however,\t proved\t beyond\t their\t powers. They\ttried\tin\tvain\tuntil\tthey\twere\tworn\tout,\twhile\tJupiter\tand\tMercury\twatched them\tgreatly\tentertained. But\twhen\tboth\tPhilemon\tand\tBaucis\thad\thad\tto\tgive\tup\tthe\tchase\tpanting\tand exhausted,\t the\t gods\t felt\t that\t the\t time\t had\t come\t for\t them\t to\t take\t action.\t They were\treally\tvery\tkind.\t\u201cYou\thave\tbeen\thosts\tto\tgods,\u201d\tthey\tsaid,\t\u201cand\tyou\tshall have\tyour\treward.\tThis\twicked\tcountry\twhich\tdespises\tthe\tpoor\tstranger\twill\tbe bitterly\t punished,\t but\t not\t you.\u201d\t They\t then\t escorted\t the\t two\t out\t of\t the\t hut\t and told\tthem\tto\tlook\taround\tthem.\tTo\ttheir\tamazement\tall\tthey\tsaw\twas\twater.\tThe whole\t countryside\t had\t disappeared.\t A\t great\t lake\t surrounded\t them.\t Their neighbors\thad\tnot\tbeen\tgood\tto\tthe\told\tcouple;\tnevertheless\tstanding\tthere\tthey wept\t for\t them.\t But\t of\t a\t sudden\t their\t tears\t were\t dried\t by\t an\t overwhelming","wonder.\tBefore\ttheir\teyes\tthe\ttiny,\tlowly\thut\twhich\thad\tbeen\ttheir\thome\tfor\tso long\t was\t turned\t into\t a\t stately\t pillared\t temple\t of\t whitest\t marble\t with\t a\t golden roof. \u201cGood\tpeople,\u201d\tJupiter\tsaid,\t\u201cask\twhatever\tyou\twant\tand\tyou\tshall\thave\tyour wish.\u201d\tThe\told\tpeople\texchanged\ta\thurried\twhisper,\tthen\tPhilemon\tspoke.\t\u201cLet us\tbe\tyour\tpriests,\tguarding\tthis\ttemple\tfor\tyou\u2014and\toh,\tsince\twe\thave\tlived\tso long\t together,\t let\t neither\t of\t us\t ever\t have\t to\t live\t alone.\t Grant\t that\t we\t may\t die together.\u201d The\tgods\tassented,\twell\tpleased\twith\tthe\ttwo.\tA\tlong\ttime\tthey\tserved\tin\tthat grand\t building,\t and\t the\t story\t does\t not\t say\t whether\t they\t ever\t missed\t their\t little cozy\troom\twith\tits\tcheerful\thearth.\tBut\tone\tday\tstanding\tbefore\tthe\tmarble\tand golden\tmagnificence\tthey\tfell\tto\ttalking\tabout\tthe\tformer\tlife,\twhich\thad\tbeen\tso hard\tand\tyet\tso\thappy.\tBy\tnow\tboth\twere\tin\textreme\told\tage.\tSuddenly\tas\tthey exchanged\t memories\t each\t saw\t the\t other\t putting\t forth\t leaves.\t Then\t bark\t was growing\t around\t them.\t They\t had\t time\t only\t to\t cry,\t \u201cFarewell,\t dear\t companion.\u201d As\t the\t words\t passed\t their\t lips\t they\t became\t trees,\t but\t still\t they\t were\t together. The\tlinden\tand\tthe\toak\tgrew\tfrom\tone\ttrunk. From\tfar\tand\twide\tpeople\tcame\tto\tadmire\tthe\twonder,\tand\talways\twreaths\tof flowers\thung\ton\tthe\tbranches\tin\thonor\tof\tthe\tpious\tand\tfaithful\tpair.","ENDYMION I\t have\t taken\t this\t story\t from\t the\t third-century\t poet\t Theocritus.\t He\t tells\t it\t in\t the true\tGreek\tmanner,\tsimply\tand\twith\trestraint. This\t youth,\t whose\t name\t is\t so\t famous,\t has\t a\t very\t short\t history.\t Some\t of\t the poets\tsay\the\twas\ta\tking,\tsome\ta\thunter,\tbut\tmost\tof\tthem\tsay\the\twas\ta\tshepherd. All\tagree\tthat\the\twas\ta\tyouth\tof\tsurpassing\tbeauty\tand\tthat\tthis\twas\tthe\tcause\tof his\tsingular\tfate. Endymion\tthe\tshepherd, As\this\tflock\the\tguarded, She,\tthe\tMoon,\tSelene, Saw\thim,\tloved\thim,\tsought\thim, Coming\tdown\tfrom\theaven To\tthe\tglade\ton\tLatmus, Kissed\thim,\tlay\tbeside\thim. Blessed\tis\this\tfortune. Evermore\the\tslumbers, Tossing\tnot\tnor\tturning, Endymion\tthe\tshepherd. He\t never\t woke\t to\t see\t the\t shining\t silvery\t form\t bending\t over\t him.\t In\t all\t the stories\tabout\thim\the\tsleeps\tforever,\timmortal,\tbut\tnever\tconscious.\tWondrously beautiful\t he\t lies\t on\t the\t mountainside,\t motionless\t and\t remote\t as\t if\t in\t death,\t but warm\tand\tliving,\tand\tnight\tafter\tnight\tthe\tMoon\tvisits\thim\tand\tcovers\thim\twith her\t kisses.\t It\t is\t said\t that\t this\t magic\t slumber\t was\t her\t doing.\t She\t lulled\t him\t to sleep\tso\tthat\tshe\tmight\talways\tfind\thim\tand\tcaress\thim\tas\tshe\tpleased.\tBut\tit\tis said,\t too,\t that\t her\t passion\t brings\t her\t only\t a\t burden\t of\t pain,\t fraught\t with\t many sighs."]
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