William Vaughn Moody
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- Passion is power,
And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare
Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.
- The Masque of Judgment (1900), Act III, Sc. 2.
The Fire-Bringer (1904)
- Time softly there
Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.
- Act II.
- The gods despise enforcèd offerings.
When the heart brings its dearest and its last
Then only will they hear—if then, if then!
- Act II.
- Bring me your children hither.
Unto this twain, man-child and womanchild,
I give the passion of this element;
This seed of longing, substance of this love;
This power, this purity, this annihilation.
Let their hands light the altar of the world.
'T is yours forever. I have brought it home!
- Prometheus, in Act II.
- Hark, below, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!
- ' Act II.