The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Cain_. I will.
_Enter_ ADAH.
_Adah_. My brother, I have come for thee;
It is our hour of rest and joy--and we
Have less without thee. Thou hast laboured not
This morn; but I have done thy task: the fruits
Are ripe, and glowing as the light which ripens:
Come away.
_Cain_. Seest thou not?
_Adah_. I see an angel; 340
We have seen many: will he share our hour
Of rest?--he is welcome.
_Cain_. But he is not like
The angels we have seen.
_Adah_. Are there, then, others?
But he is welcome, as they were: they deigned
To be our guests--will he?
_Cain_ (_to Lucifer_). Wilt thou?
_Lucifer_. I ask
Thee to be mine.
_Cain_. I must away with him.
_Adah_. And leave us?
_Cain_. Aye.
_Adah_. And _me_?
_Cain_. Belovéd Adah!
_Adah_. Let me go with thee.
_Lucifer_. No, she must not.
_Adah_. Who
Art thou that steppest between heart and heart?
_Cain_. He is a God.
_Adah_. How know'st thou?
_Cain_. He speaks like 350
A God.
_Adah_. So did the Serpent, and it lied.
_Lucifer_. Thou errest, Adah!--was not the Tree that
Of Knowledge?
_Adah_. Aye--to our eternal sorrow.
_Lucifer_. And yet that grief is knowledge--so he lied not:
And if he did betray you, 'twas with Truth;
And Truth in its own essence cannot be
But good.
_Adah_. But all we know of it has gathered
Evil on ill; expulsion from our home,
And dread, and toil, and sweat, and heaviness;
Remorse of that which was--and hope of that 360
Which cometh not. Cain! walk not with this Spirit.
Bear with what we have borne, and love me--I
Love thee.
_Lucifer_. More than thy mother, and thy sire?
_Adah_. I do. Is that a sin, too?
_Lucifer_. No, not yet;
It one day will be in your children.
_Adah_. What!
Must not my daughter love her brother Enoch?
_Lucifer_. Not as thou lovest Cain.
_Adah_. Oh, my God!
Shall they not love and bring forth things that love
Out of their love? have they not drawn their milk
Out of this bosom? was not he, their father, 370
Born of the same sole womb,[105] in the same hour
With me? did we not love each other? and
In multiplying our being multiply
Things which will love each other as we love
Them?--And as I love thee, my Cain! go not
Forth with this spirit; he is not of ours.
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