Did I love The lithe strong lizards that I yoked and set To draw my car?
and were they not possessed?
Yea, all of them were liars.

I loved them well.
What did the Enemy, but on a day When I behind my talking team went forth, They sweetly lying, so that all men praised Their flattering tongues and mild persuasive eyes,-- What did the Enemy but send His slaves, Angels, to cast down stones upon their heads And break them?
Nay, I could not stir abroad But havoc came; they never crept or flew Beyond the shelter that I builded here.
But straight the crowns I had set upon their heads Were marks for myrmidons that in the clouds Kept watch to crush them.

Can a man forgive That hath been warred on thus?
I will not.

Nay, I swear it,--I, the man Methuselah." The Master-shipwright, he replied, "'Tis true, Great loss was that; but they that stood thy friends, The wicked spirits, spoke upon their tongues, And cursed the God of heaven.

What marvel, sir, If He was angered ?" But the Elder cried, "They all are dead,--the toward beasts I loved; My goodly team, my joy, they all are dead; Their bones lie bleaching in the wilderness: And I will keep my wrath for evermore Against the Enemy that slew them.