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ARIADNE. 203pure a breath of heaven with it: he had put itaway and gone back to the apes and the asps;and the marble looked at him, and its parablesmote him into remembrance and regret.But he did not return; for he had not lovedher.Besides he didnotdare to take to this creaturewho still loved him and who dwelt under theshield of Athene, merelymore shame again. Hedid not dare to look in those clear eyes which"saw the faces of the immortals, and say, Inever loved you;Ionly ruined your life out ofa vain caprice."She, wearing out her years in silence andsolitude for his sake in that loneliness which ismore bitter and sorrowful than any widowhood,would not have touched him;but she, with theclue and the sword in her hands and the laurelin her breast, regained a place in his remembrance,and haunted him.The dead he would have forgotten;but tinsliving woman, of whom the world spoke, whomitcrowned, who had the supreme powers of art,and threw them clown at his feet and dedicated