_Sam._ Lo! A son of Adam! _Aza._ What doth the earth-born here, While all his race are slumbering? _Japh._ Angel! what Dost thou on earth when thou should'st be on high? _Aza._ Know'st thou not, or forget'st thou, that a part Of our great function is to guard thine earth? _Japh._ But all good angels have forsaken earth, Which is condemned; nay, even the evil fly The approaching chaos. Anah! Anah! my In vain, and long, and still to be, beloved! 330 Why walk'st thou with this Spirit, in those hours When no good Spirit longer lights below? _Anah_. Japhet, I cannot answer thee; yet, yet Forgive me---- _Japh._ May the Heaven, which soon no more Will pardon, do so! for thou art greatly tempted. _Aho._ Back to thy tents, insulting son of Noah! We know thee not. _Japh._ The hour may come when thou May'st know me better; and thy sister know Me still the same which I have ever been. _Sam._ Son of the patriarch, who hath ever been 340 Upright before his God, whate'er thy gifts, And thy words seem of sorrow, mixed with wrath, How have Azaziel, or myself, brought on thee Wrong? _Japh._ Wrong! the greatest of all wrongs! but, thou Say'st well, though she be dust--I did not, could not, Deserve her. Farewell, Anah! I have said That word so often! but now say it, ne'er To be repeated. Angel! or whate'er Thou art, or must be soon, hast thou the power To save this beautiful--_these_ beautiful 350 Children of Cain? _Aza._ From what? _Japh._ And is it so, That ye too know not? Angels! angels! ye Have shared man's sin, and, it may be, now must Partake his punishment; or, at the least, My sorrow. _Sam._ Sorrow! I ne'er thought till now To hear an Adamite speak riddles to me. _Japh._ And hath not the Most High expounded them? Then ye are lost as they are lost. _Aho._ So be it! If they love as they are loved, they will not shrink More to be mortal, than I would to dare 360 An immortality of agonies With Samiasa! _Anah_. Sister! sister! speak not Thus. _Aza._ Fearest thou, my Anah? _Anah_. Yes, for thee: I would resign the greater remnant of This little life of mine, before one hour Of thine eternity should know a pang.