THE DELUGEL SCENE I. The Deserts of Mount Hermon, IRAD, (alone.) Ay, this is Solitude! no life is here: The black woods frown on me, as if I were The first who dared disturb their solemn stillness, Talking of human sorrows. Here, I can Pour forth my thoughts, unheard, and unrestrained. And vital sympathies. O that she had B Of stormy wrath, of gentlest whispers; I Feel that her Inspirations enter me, Eve'n as the presence of God; that gazing on In my mind prostrated, I only feel The consciousness of worshipping it still! SCENE II. ASTARTE enters-seeing IRAD, she is about to retreathe stays her. Would'st thou avoid me, my Astarte! I Deemed not to meet thee in this solitude; Nay-turn not from me; not one look-one word, Before I join my father on the mountain? The Moon will change ere we shall meet again: As changed and cold art thou become to me. ASTARTE. Nay, Irad! speak not harshly: I am still The same; my thoughts were dwelling IRAD. Not on me. Thou canst not look upon me and avow it. On the pure shrine where first they sprung to life. ASTARTE. Is this well spoken, Irad? can'st thou IRAD. Nay, I ask not for profession, 'tis too late : I would not have thee now confess to me. Love may be crushed, its blossom trampled down, |