_ But all good angels have
forsaken
earth,
Which is condemned; nay, even the evil fly
The approaching chaos.
Which is condemned; nay, even the evil fly
The approaching chaos.
Byron
oh, God!
and with her----
_Enter_ SAMIASA, AZAZIEL, ANAH, _and_ AHOLIBAMAH.
_Anah_. Japhet!
_Sam. _ Lo!
A son of Adam!
_Aza. _ What doth the earth-born here,
While all his race are slumbering?
_Japh. _ Angel! what
Dost thou on earth when thou should'st be on high?
_Aza. _ Know'st thou not, or forget'st thou, that a part
Of our great function is to guard thine earth?
_Japh.
_ But all good angels have forsaken earth,
Which is condemned; nay, even the evil fly
The approaching chaos. Anah! Anah! my
In vain, and long, and still to be, beloved! 330
Why walk'st thou with this Spirit, in those hours
When no good Spirit longer lights below?
_Anah_. Japhet, I cannot answer thee; yet, yet
Forgive me----
_Japh. _ May the Heaven, which soon no more
Will pardon, do so! for thou art greatly tempted.
_Aho. _ Back to thy tents, insulting son of Noah!
We know thee not.
_Japh. _ The hour may come when thou
May'st know me better; and thy sister know
Me still the same which I have ever been.
_Sam. _ Son of the patriarch, who hath ever been 340
Upright before his God, whate'er thy gifts,
And thy words seem of sorrow, mixed with wrath,
How have Azaziel, or myself, brought on thee
Wrong?
_Enter_ SAMIASA, AZAZIEL, ANAH, _and_ AHOLIBAMAH.
_Anah_. Japhet!
_Sam. _ Lo!
A son of Adam!
_Aza. _ What doth the earth-born here,
While all his race are slumbering?
_Japh. _ Angel! what
Dost thou on earth when thou should'st be on high?
_Aza. _ Know'st thou not, or forget'st thou, that a part
Of our great function is to guard thine earth?
_Japh.
_ But all good angels have forsaken earth,
Which is condemned; nay, even the evil fly
The approaching chaos. Anah! Anah! my
In vain, and long, and still to be, beloved! 330
Why walk'st thou with this Spirit, in those hours
When no good Spirit longer lights below?
_Anah_. Japhet, I cannot answer thee; yet, yet
Forgive me----
_Japh. _ May the Heaven, which soon no more
Will pardon, do so! for thou art greatly tempted.
_Aho. _ Back to thy tents, insulting son of Noah!
We know thee not.
_Japh. _ The hour may come when thou
May'st know me better; and thy sister know
Me still the same which I have ever been.
_Sam. _ Son of the patriarch, who hath ever been 340
Upright before his God, whate'er thy gifts,
And thy words seem of sorrow, mixed with wrath,
How have Azaziel, or myself, brought on thee
Wrong?