BEELZEBUB (_Waving his trumpet._) You live! Away! ONE OF THE FIGURES How strange and new! I am I, and another, too. ANOTHER FIGURE I was a sun-dew’s leaf, but now What is this longing?— ANOTHER FIGURE Earth below I was a seedling magnet-tipped Drawn down earth— ANOTHER FIGURE And I was gripped Electrons in a granite stone, Now I think. ANOTHER FIGURE Oh, how alone! ANOTHER FIGURE My lips to thine. Through thee I find Something alone by love divined! BEELZEBUB Begone! No, wait. I have bethought me, friends; Let s give a play. (_He waves his trumpet._) To yonder green rooms go. (_The figures disappear._) YOGARINDRA Oh, yes, a play! That’s very well, I think, But who will be the audience? I must throw Illusion over all. LOKI And I must shift The scenery, and tangle up the plot. BEELZEBUB Well, so you shall! Our audience shall come From yonder graves. (_He blows his trumpet slightly louder than before. The scene changes. A stage arises among the graves. The curtain is down, concealing the creatures just created, illuminated halfway up by spectral lights._ BEELZEBUB _stands before the curtain._) BEELZEBUB (_A terrific blast of the trumpet._) Who-o-o-o-o-o! (_Immediately there is a rustling as of the shells of grasshoppers stirred by a wind; and hundreds of the dead, including those who have appeared in the Anthology, hurry to the sound of the trumpet._) A VOICE Gabriel! Gabriel! MANY VOICES The Judgment day! BEELZEBUB Be quiet, if you please At least until the stars fall and the moon. MANY VOICES Save us! Save us! (_Beelzebub extends his hands over the audience with a benedictory motion and restores order._)