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THE MASQUE OF PANDORA

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I

 

THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHÆSTUS

 

HEPHÆSTUS (standing before the statue of Pandora.)

Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne,

Nor forged of iron like the thunderbolts

Of Zeus omnipotent, or other works

Wrought by my hands at Lemnos or Olympus,

But moulded in soft clay, that unresisting

Yields itself to the touch, this lovely form

Before me stands, perfect in every part.

Not Aphrodite's self appeared more fair,

When first upwafted by caressing winds

She came to high Olympus, and the gods

Paid homage to her beauty. Thus her hair

Was cinctured; thus her floating drapery

Was like a cloud about her, and her face

Was radiant with the sunshine and the sea.