Waves assemble on ocean,
  They are gathered and driven
  By the storm of delight, by the panic of glee!
  They shake with emotion,
  They dance in their mirth.
  But where are ye?

  The pine boughs are singing
  Old songs with new gladness,
  The billows and fountains
  Fresh music are flinging,
  Like the notes of a spirit from land and from sea;
  The storms mock the mountains
  With the thunder of gladness,
  But where are ye?

IONE
  What charioteers are these?

PANTHEA
  Where are their chariots?

SEMICHORUS OF HOURS
  The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth
  Has drawn back the figured curtain of sleep,
  Which covered our being and darkened our birth
  In the deep.