No More Learning

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ That HE will be an exile by his will,
As I by mine election?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ That _I_ shall stand sole exile finally,--
Made desolate for fruition?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ Gabriel!

_Second Voice. _ I hearken.

_First Voice.
_ Is it true besides--
Aright true--that mine orient Star will give
Her name of "Bright and Morning-Star" to HIM,--
And take the fairness of his virtue back
To cover loss and sadness?

_Second Voice. _ It is true.

_First Voice. _ UNtrue, UNtrue! O Morning Star, O MINE,
Who sittest secret in a veil of light
Far up the starry spaces, say--_Untrue! _
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To Tyrrhene waters. I am Lucifer.

[_A pause. Silence in the stars. _

All things grow sadder to me, one by one.

_Angel Chorus. _
Exiled human creatures,
Let your hope grow larger!
Larger grows the vision
Of the new delight.
From this chain of Nature's
God is the Discharger,
And the Actual's prison
Opens to your sight.

_Semichorus.