His wings, pale marble etched to give the impression of feathers, were strapped to his outspread arms and fell behind, weeping over the rock. Midway up, creamy marble against the brown, the life-size figure of Icarus had been carved in a position of recline. From the center emerged a huge craggy block of russet marble, the height of two men, thick at the base but tapering to a peak. It was lined with tiny glass tiles, azure blue like the necklace of sapphires Lord Ashbury had brought back for Lady Violet after serving in the Far East. The circular pool of stacked stone stood two feet high and twenty feet across at its widest point. “Though Eros and Psyche sat vast and magnificent in the front lawn, a prologue to the grand house itself, there was something wonderful- a mysterious and melancholic aspect- about the smaller fountain, hidden within its sunny clearing at the bottom of the south garden. Or vainly assuming that already I knew all īoth of them a single, blue speck of an idea?” Too earger to know where lay my allegiance On account of the fleeting, white-hot intoxicationĪnd did the heavens abet the plan to punish me? Was it devised by the earth, to which I belonged, More natural by far than that improbable passion? That to fall, not to fly, is in the order of things, Show such swiftness to encompass my fall? Nor have I longed for the ease of Nature,ĭriven by naught save this strange yearningįor the higher, and the closer, to plunge myselfĭazzled, perhaps, by the dizzy incandescence I am drawn higher and higher, more unstable,Ĭloser and closer to the sun's effulgence.Īlthough the goal could never have been love, Why, still, should the lust for ascension Till no aberrant element should, by rights, remain. Why, when balance has been strictly studiedĪnd flight calculated with the best of reason Fix me thus with their ceaseless blue stare,
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