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CONSTANTINE AND ARETE. |
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" O God, how wondrous is thy power, what miracles
thou workest! A maid so gracious and so fair, a Ghost it is that
bears her:" 'Twas heard again by Arete, and now her heart
was breaking; " Didst hearken, brother Constantine, to what the Birds
are saying? Say where are now thy waving locks, thy strong thick
beard, where is it ? " " A sickness sore has me befallen, and brought me
near to dying." They find the house all locked and barred, they find
it barred and bolted, And all the windows of the house with cobwebs
covered over. " Unlock, O mother mine, unlock, thine Arete thou
seest." " If thou art Charon, get thee gone—I have no other
children: My hapless Arete afar, in stranger lands is dwell-
ing." " Unlock, O mother mine, unlock, thy Constantine
entreats thee. I called to witness God above, I called the holy
martyrs, Were woe thy lot, or were it joy, I would restore thy
daughter." And when unto the door she came, her soul from
her departed. |
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