Through Out Last Night The Tempest Over The Town Raged

Voice One: Through out last night the tempest over the town raged. And through its ancient heart the bastions assailed Voice Two: But ay! remember Dawn if there be night what follows Is not Dawn? Voice Three: The heavens speak but let us whisper for the ancient town awakes. See, see, beyond the clouds there comes Minerva on her throne for wisdom more than strength is foundation for Earth: ah! that wisdom more foundation be than strength and its offspring power and glory. How wry the face of Beauty turns when power and glory on strength prevail. Director: The Voices whisper between them. Enter the Spirits, the Spirit of Life, the Spirit of Storms, the Spirit of Power and Other Spirits Director: All emotions and phenomenons Spirits have To each his Spirit and now all are gathered here. Chorus: Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. Spirit of Life: I will not assail you Spirit of Power Spirit of Power: Will you assail the stronger? You assail not because you fear Chorus: Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. I We sing, we Spirits, sing and march, undeterred, noble, proud, as of right, the world and Earth are our in the night and the orb eager for our processions high and the sea and ocean for our chants and song with expectation still await. Spirits: We all together be brethren and so must You Spirit of Power remember that from dust you rose and to it will return. A fading flower is as your cycle. Chorus: A See, see, beyond the clouds there comes Minerva on her throne for wisdom more than strength is foundation for Earth: ah! that wisdom more foundation be than strength and its offspring power and glory. How wry the face of Beauty turns when power and glory on strength prevail. B the sea-waves speak, and in their whisperings be the syllables of wisdom inspiring. Go to the shore to hear the sea-waves by some bay derelict when the coves and caves still to each other as from night respond. C Toil we, toil we, humans, over land, over sea, and through the night the wheels of mills turn all as in magic though no Merlin comes No, no Prospero, with the closing of his book Nor any nocturnal witch with haggard look. D In verses, not resplendent, wisdom too her seat will have, and be as plenteous and more than in verses that resound with sound and beauty of word and splendor of the notes: The humble verses no less proud be they Than other verse. E when on the Earth the spirits take their charge; fear with wry face to its lair retires fast; as the red dusk before the cunning night as red before the dark till the dawn's reign and coming of a lark. F In togas bound, in hoods dressed, with brows furrowed and vexed, with chin in hand one after another the august thinking band paced slow through the walk amidst the trees and the soft winnowing of a silent breeze. G Come night, come night, let the dark cover our loves from eyes of curious men and draw the bustling loud from town and street Till the dawn once again start on her beat. H Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. I We sing, we Spirits, sing and march, undeterred, noble, proud, as of right, the world and Earth are our in the night and the orb eager for our processions high and the sea and ocean for our chants and song with expectation still await. Voice One: Would you bring Prospero? He closed his books and now must be revived magic by magic; spell by spell. Voice Two: In this fragmented world we sing fragmented verse, yet in it there grows experiment as seed that finds the fertile soil to grow. Voice Three: Would you bring Merlin? For long ago he was. And many incantations would for him do. Toil we, toil we, humans, over land, over sea, and through the night the wheels of mills turn all as in magic though no Merlin comes No, no Prospero, with the closing of his book Nor any nocturnal witch with haggard look. Director: In the halls of kings and lords where they assert that poesy was born where and when harps and lyre strung upon the first sweet notes, the first verses raw at first but sweeter grew with more experiment and experience too. Chorus: See, see, beyond the clouds there comes Minerva on her throne for wisdom more than strength is foundation for Earth: ah! that wisdom more foundation be than strength and its offspring power and glory. How wry the face of Beauty turns when power and glory on strength prevail. B the sea-waves speak, and in their whisperings be the syllables of wisdom inspiring. Go to the shore to hear the sea-waves by some bay derelict when the coves and caves still to each other as from night respond. C Toil we, toil we, humans, over land, over sea, and through the night the wheels of mills turn all as in magic though no Merlin comes No, no Prospero, with the closing of his book Nor any nocturnal witch with haggard look. Spirits: Over the airs Sail we Facing The aggressive Tempests That Rose On air In Sea and ocean And The clouds Our Confessors Be As we Fly Over them As bees over Flowers. Director: We into the sub-conscious have wandered Far; though in the conscious we too Are. Chorus: See, see, beyond the clouds there comes Minerva on her throne for wisdom more than strength is foundation for Earth: ah! that wisdom more foundation be than strength and its offspring power and glory. How wry the face of Beauty turns when power and glory on strength prevail Director: I direct. For in al, and all in all, is there not In prose, in poetry, in literature, That quantum, that percentage minimal Of both the conscious and sub-conscious Too in all of them? To vary those proportions is an ever-increase As it be relative. And experiments vary as in equation form In as direct proportion to the variations that Percentages of the conscious and sub-conscious Have, obtain and manifest At the moment time of the event. Spirit of Life: Ah! how glows at birth the machine That’s born! In its new relatively unused mode How strength in it Gathers as it grow. Like climbing a hill for children or For youth. But on reaching the top what glories Does one view when all below The plains and oceans stretch and All the glories of the nether Earth: That is the mid-day of life: The top of the mountain From thence We to the other side opposite whence We climbed go down. Easier to go down but there at the foot Drear and oblivion masked await. Chorus: In verses, not resplendent, wisdom too her seat will have, and be as plenteous and more than in verses that resound with sound and beauty of word and splendor of the notes: The humble verses no less proud be they Than other verse. Spirit of Power: Though you Spirit of Life, life celebrate The strength of Power you ignore: What be life without power? What be life to serve and obey? Is that the Individual Sovereign Will? Spirit of Life: Ay! The Individual Sovereign Will by power shackled is Spirit of Power: Shackled? Spirit of Life: Yes because its freedom conditioned be By the exigencies and fretting of power Spirits: Spirit of Power keep your silence! You recollect how many wars you Brought? How many corpses strewn on battlefields? Speak! Spirit of Life: You see friends; he speaks not. Chorus: Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. E when on the Earth the spirits take their charge; fear with wry face to its lair retires fast; as the red dusk before the cunning night as red before the dark till the dawn's reign and coming of a lark. F In togas bound, in hoods dressed, with brows furrowed and vexed, with chin in hand one after another the august thinking band paced slow through the walk amidst the trees and the soft winnowing of a silent breeze. G Come night, come night, let the dark cover our loves from eyes of curious men and draw the bustling loud from town and street Till the dawn once again start on her beat. H Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. I We sing, we Spirits, sing and march, undeterred, noble, proud, as of right, the world and Earth are our in the night and the orb eager for our processions high and the sea and ocean for our chants and song with expectation still await. A See, see, beyond the clouds there comes Minerva on her throne for wisdom more than strength is foundation for Earth: ah! that wisdom more foundation be than strength and its offspring power and glory. How wry the face of Beauty turns when power and glory on strength prevail. B the sea-waves speak, and in their whisperings be the syllables of wisdom inspiring. Go to the shore to hear the sea-waves by some bay derelict when the coves and caves still to each other as from night respond. C Toil we, toil we, humans, over land, over sea, and through the night the wheels of mills turn all as in magic though no Merlin comes No, no Prospero, with the closing of his book Nor any nocturnal witch with haggard look. D In verses, not resplendent, wisdom too her seat will have, and be as plenteous and more than in verses that resound with sound and beauty of word and splendor of the notes: The humble verses no less proud be they Than other verse. E when on the Earth the spirits take their charge; fear with wry face to its lair retires fast; as the red dusk before the cunning night as red before the dark till the dawn's reign and coming of a lark. F In togas bound, in hoods dressed, with brows furrowed and vexed, with chin in hand one after another the august thinking band paced slow through the walk amidst the trees and the soft winnowing of a silent breeze. G Come night, come night, let the dark cover our loves from eyes of curious men and draw the bustling loud from town and street Till the dawn once again start on her beat. H Power has its reign as glory has but wisdom rule; power and glory fade at the frail flower at the gelid touch of the first frost begot at the red dusk and the star chill of the deepening nights. I We sing, we Spirits, sing and march, undeterred, noble, proud, as of right, the world and Earth are our in the night and the orb eager for our processions high and the sea and ocean for our chants and song with expectation still await.