To the rents, and gulfs, and chasms,
  Where the Earth reposed from spasms,
  On the day when He and thou
  Parted, to commingle now;
  Child of Ocean!

ASIA
  Come, sweet Panthea, link thy hand in mine,
  And follow, ere the voices fade away.

SCENE II.--A Forest intermingled with Rocks and Caverns. ASIA and PANTHEA pass into it. Two young Fauns are sitting on a Rock, listening.

SEMICHORUS I OF SPIRITS
  The path through which that lovely twain
  Have passed, by cedar, pine, and yew,
  And each dark tree that ever grew,
  Is curtained out from Heaven's wide blue;
  Nor sun, nor moon, nor wind, nor rain,
  Can pierce its interwoven bowers,
  Nor aught, save where some cloud of dew,
  Drifted along the earth-creeping breeze
  Between the trunks of the hoar trees,