it? The allotted sorrow ever has a gateway.
CURTAIN.
THIRD CHORUS ROSE-FLOWER. Nireus sailed; and a strange wind blew him to islands unseen before, Where the gods sat throned on the crags with peace on their marvellous faces, Clouds and the smoke of fire, that glittered and changed, they wore! And unto them came the crying of all man’s sorrowful races.
MOON-BLOSSOM. They cried to him as he passed, “You are seeking and you shall find, Not in the way you hope, not in the way foreseen; Out of horror of soul, ache, and anguish of mind, Out of the desert of all, shall come the leaf that is green.”
ROSE-FLOWER. Then the wind blew on to an island where millet is ever in ear, And the horses that live in the sea come thronging in thousands to eat, And the horses that live on the island will never let them come near, But they fight on the beaches forever with flashing and thunder of feet.
MOON-BLOSSOM. Then he sailed by invisible islands, he smelt the fruit on the trees, And heard the noise in the shipyards and the crowing of cocks unseen, Then sheered from the roar of breakers and on over unknown seas, And ever he grieved for Paris, and thought of the beautiful Queen.
ROSE-FLOWER. Then he came to a sea of terror, where monsters rose from the sea, Things with the beaks of birds and arms like the suckers of vines: Things like ghosts in the water coming motionlessly To tatter the flesh of men with teeth like the cactus-spines.
MOON-BLOSSOM. Over unending water ever he held his course, Birds that were curses followed, crying around and above: “Nireus, broken by beauty, broken again by remorse, Goes to the breaking of death for killing his friend and love.”
ROSE-FLOWER. And ever he cursed himself for bringing them both to wreck, Helen and Paris, the lovely; and ever the waves seemed filled With skull-bones hollow in death, that rose and peered on the deck: And he thought, “They are those from Troy whom I in my madness killed. MOON-BLOSSOM. “Had I refused, when they asked for my help to escape, Paris would still be alive, Troy, the city, would stand, And all the killed of the war would be tilling the corn and the grape, Not ghosts with a curse in the air and torn bones strewing the land.”ROSE-FLOWER. 
So he sailed; but at night in the dark when the lantern bubbled aloft,
And men lay sleeping, when all save he were asleep,
And the ship slid on with a gurgle of water soft,
He knew that the dead of Troy came with him over the deep. 

MOON-BLOSSOM. 
Out of the long-backed roller that slid from its crest of foam,
Gibbered the bloodless dead, white faces with haggard eyes,
Pointing the bones of their hands at him who had forced them from home,

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