Then said Noah:  “The life
Of this my lord is low for very age: 
Why then, with bitter words upon thy tongue,
Father-of Lamech, dost thou anger Him? 
Thou canst not strive against Him now.”  He said: 
“Thy feet are toward the valley, where lie bones
Bleaching upon the desert.  Did I love
The lithe strong lizards that I yoked and set
To draw my car? and were they not possessed? 
Yea, all of them were liars.  I loved them well. 
What did the Enemy, but on a day
When I behind my talking team went forth,
They sweetly lying, so that all men praised
Their flattering tongues and mild persuasive eyes,—­
What did the Enemy but send His slaves,
Angels, to cast down stones upon their heads
And break them?  Nay, I could not stir abroad
But havoc came; they never crept or flew
Beyond the shelter that I builded here. 
But straight the crowns I had set upon their heads
Were marks for myrmidons that in the clouds
Kept watch to crush them.  Can a man forgive
That hath been warred on thus?  I will not.  Nay,
I swear it,—­I, the man Methuselah.” 
The Master-shipwright, he replied, “’Tis true,
Great loss was that; but they that stood thy friends,
The wicked spirits, spoke upon their tongues,
And cursed the God of heaven.  What marvel, sir,
If He was angered?” But the Elder cried,
“They all are dead,—­the toward beasts I loved;
My goodly team, my joy, they all are dead;
Their bones lie bleaching in the wilderness: 
And I will keep my wrath for evermore
Against the Enemy that slew them.  Go,
Thou coward servant of a tyrant King,
Go down the desert of the bones, and ask,
’My King, what bones are these?  Methuselah,
The white old man that sitteth on the ground,
Sendeth a message, “Bid them that they live,
And let my lizards run up every path
They wont to take when out of silver pipes,
The pipes that Tubal wrought into my roof,
I blew a sweeter cry than song-bird’s throat
Hath ever formed; and while they laid their heads
Submiss upon my threshold, poured away
Music that welled by heartsful out, and made
The throats of men that heard to swell, their breasts
To heave with the joy of grief; yea, caused the lips
To laugh of men asleep. 
                        Return to me
The great wise lizards; ay, and them that flew
My pursuivants before me.  Let me yoke
Again that multitude; and here I swear
That they shall draw my car and me thereon
Straight to the ship of doom.  So men shall know
My loyalty, that I submit, and Thou
Shalt yet have honor.  O mine Enemy,
By me.  The speech of old Methuselah."’”
Then Noah made answer, “By the living God,
That is no enemy to men, great sire,
I will not take thy message; hear thou Him. 
’Behold (He saith that suffereth thee), behold,
The earth that I made green cries out to Me,
Red with the costly blood of beauteous man. 
I am robbed, I am robbed (He saith); they sacrifice
To evil demons of My blameless flocks,
That I did fashion with My hand.  Behold,
How goodly was the world!  I gave it thee
Fresh from its finishing.  What hast thou done? 
I will cry out to the waters, Cover it,
And hide it from its Father.  Lo, Mine eyes
Turn from it shamed.’”