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Rh And flame and poison, deadly waves and plagues? No man has ever lacked these things and gone Unsatisfied. It is not these the gods refuse (Nay, never clutch my sleeve and raise thy lip).— Not these I seek ; but I will stab myself, Poison my life and burn my flesh, with words, And save or follow thee. Lo ! hearken now : I bid the gods take back their loathsome gifts : I spurn them, and I scorn them, and I hate. &quot;Will they prove deaf to this as to my prayers? &quot;With tongue reviling, blasphemous, I curse, With mouth polluted from deliberate heart. Dishonored be their names, scorned be their priests, Ruined their altars, mocked their oracles! It is Admetus, King of Thessaly, Defaming thus: annihilate him, gods! So that his queen, who worships you, may live.&quot; He paused as one expectant; but no bolt From the insulted heavens answered him, But awful silence followed. Then a hand, A boyish hand, upon his shoulder fell, And turning, he beheld his shepherd boy, Not wrathful, but divinely pitiful, &quot;Who spake in tender, thrilling tones: &quot;The gods Cannot recall their gifts. Blaspheme them not: Bow down and worship rather. Shall he curse Who sees not, and who hears not,—neither knows