_Nem_. Whom wouldst thou Uncharnel? _Man_. One without a tomb--call up Astarte.[147] NEMESIS. Shadow! or Spirit! Whatever thou art, Which still doth inherit[bc] The whole or a part Of the form of thy birth, Of the mould of thy clay, Which returned to the earth, 90 Re-appear to the day! Bear what thou borest, The heart and the form, And the aspect thou worest Redeem from the worm. Appear!--Appear!--Appear! Who sent thee there requires thee here! [_The Phantom of_ ASTARTE _rises and stands in the midst_. _Man_. Can this be death? there's bloom upon her cheek; But now I see it is no living hue, But a strange hectic--like the unnatural red 100 Which Autumn plants upon the perished leaf.[148] It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread To look upon the same--Astarte!--No, I cannot speak to her--but bid her speak-- Forgive me or condemn me. NEMESIS. By the Power which hath broken The grave which enthralled thee, Speak to him who hath spoken. Or those who have called thee! _Man_. She is silent, And in that silence I am more than answered. 110 _Nem_. My power extends no further. Prince of Air! It rests with thee alone--command her voice. _Ari_. Spirit--obey this sceptre! _Nem_. Silent still! She is not of our order, but belongs To the other powers. Mortal! thy quest is vain, And we are baffled also.