And there unto torment fettered for ever
Living on, living on in eternal despair
He abides with the Three on whom hope dawns never,
He who from the feast of the Gods could dare
To steal the ambrosia and nectar whereby
They had given him immortality,
That the guests of his wine-cup might revel thereon!
But who thinketh to hide his evil doing
From God, he errs to his bitter ruing!
So then the Immortals sent back his son
Exiled to earth from the heavenly home,
Thenceforth with the sons of a day to abide.
But in process of time, when Pelops was come
To the flower-bright season of life’s springtide,
When the soft rose-tint of his cheek ’gan darken,
To the whisper of love did his spirit hearken,
And he dreamed of the world-famed bride