_Aho._ He would but deem it was the moon 140 Rising unto some sorcerer's tune An hour too soon.[141] _Anah_. They come! _he_ comes!--Azaziel! _Aho._ Haste To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear My spirit, while they hover there, To Samiasa's breast! _Anah_. Lo! they have kindled all the west, Like a returning sunset;--lo! On Ararat's late secret crest A mild and many-coloured bow, 150 The remnant of their flashing path, Now shines! and now, behold! it hath Returned to night, as rippling foam, Which the Leviathan hath lashed From his unfathomable home, When sporting on the face of the calm deep, Subsides soon after he again hath dashed Down, down, to where the Ocean's fountains sleep. _Aho._ They have touched earth! Samiasa! _Anah_. My Azaziel! [_Exeunt_. SCENE II.--_Enter_ IRAD _and_ JAPHET. _Irad_. Despond not: wherefore wilt thou wander thus To add thy silence to the silent night, And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars? They cannot aid thee. _Japh._ But they soothe me--now Perhaps she looks upon them as I look. Methinks a being that is beautiful Becometh more so as it looks on beauty, The eternal beauty of undying things. Oh, Anah! _Irad_. But she loves thee not. _Japh._ Alas! _Irad_. And proud Aholibamah spurns me also. 10 _Japh._ I feel for thee too. _Irad_. Let her keep her pride, Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn: It may be, time too will avenge it. _Japh._ Canst thou Find joy in such a thought? _Irad_. Nor joy nor sorrow. I loved her well; I would have loved her better, Had love been met with love: as 'tis, I leave her To brighter destinies, if so she deems them. _Japh._ What destinies? _Irad_. I have some cause to think She loves another. _Japh._ Anah! _Irad_. No; her sister. _Japh._ What other? _Irad_. That I know not; but her air, 20 If not her words, tells me she loves another. _Japh._ Aye, but not Anah: she but loves her God. _Irad_. Whate'er she loveth, so she loves thee not, What can it profit thee? _Japh._ True, nothing; but I love. _Irad_. And so did I. _Japh._ And now thou lov'st not, Or think'st thou lov'st not, art thou happier? _Irad_. Yes. _Japh._ I pity thee. _Irad_. Me! why?