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Hebe

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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Let none now sing of Hebe: let none sing, 
For she has said farewell to sun and spring: 
Her feet on alien paths are wandering 
Not known of Jove, and to the Dawn not dear. 
Her lips remember not their former cheer, 
Her cheeks forget the roses that they wore, 
Her hands to cups of gold are set no more: 
But she bends down by Lethe's sedgy bank, 
And drinks the bitter waters Cora drank; 
And eats, unscathed, the apples that of old 
Helen of Argos bought, with steel for gold. 

Let none now sing of Hebe: songs are still 
With her, and sighing: since death's hands fulfil 
Life's broken promises. She, being dead, 
Has drawn the veil of Isis, and has read 
The runes of the All-Father, in low lands 
Sun burns not nor moon whitens: where the brands 
Of sunrise and of sunset dare not flame 
Nor thunder wakens at the Thunderer's name. 
She has touched life and death, and goeth clad 
In wisdom such as never Hermes had: 
Let none now weep for Hebe, she being glad.