What of the End?

What of the end, Pandora? Was it thine, The deed that set these fiery pinions free? Ah! wherefore did the Olypian consistory In its own likeness make thee half divine? Was it that Juno's brow might stand a sign Forever? and the mien of Pallas be A deadly thing? and all that men might see
	In Venus' eyes the gaze of Proserpine? What of the end? these beat theirwings at will, The ill-born things, the good things turned to ill- Powers of the impassioned hours prohibited. Aye, hug the cascet now! Whither they go Thou may'st not dare to think: nor canst thou know If Hope still pent there be alive or dead. Dante Gabriel Rossetti