(Scene 5, Appolo and Venus, looking at Pygmalion through his window)
Appolo
Your victory was but an illusion
And soon all is what it was meant to be
Needless was the divine intrusion
Unworthy was Venus’s inclusion
Of what Pygmalion’s heart was not to see
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Give him back that Galatea of yore
Not the creature of heart but of his dreams
Although at your altar he might implore
His bliss is the mystery of lifeless stone
That carries mortal thoughts to an immortal shore
Venus:
He will get back his unmoving creation
Today, he renounced both Venus and love
What I gave him was the true liberation
From bondage of a never-ending quest
Of a mind ever weary and a heart oppressed
Your gift to him shall be his eternal curse
If today Reason triumphed over his heart
Think not that his first bliss he is to find
For if you give the blind one moment of sight
Will he ever be happy when back in the dark?
I shall take from Galatea life’s spark
Yet in his heart I shall keep that seed of love
That whenever his spirit rises far above
And while he swears to live from love apart
His gaze shall always be that of mortal man
He may create a perfect image from perfect stone
Yet shall know the memory of dispossession
His eyes forever searching for what he lost
Through a cruel prayer in a cruel night
If my work ruined the genius of his Art
Giving her a soul that knows the laws of time
His work too shall carry the recall of a crime
In a woman’s memory he shall live his days
That, Appolo, shall be your curse and my revenge
Until that eternal cycle is complete
The day Pygmalion kneels at my altar and prays!
Appolo
Your victory was but an illusion
And soon all is what it was meant to be
Needless was the divine intrusion
Unworthy was Venus’s inclusion
Of what Pygmalion’s heart was not to see
`
Give him back that Galatea of yore
Not the creature of heart but of his dreams
Although at your altar he might implore
His bliss is the mystery of lifeless stone
That carries mortal thoughts to an immortal shore
Venus:
He will get back his unmoving creation
Today, he renounced both Venus and love
What I gave him was the true liberation
From bondage of a never-ending quest
Of a mind ever weary and a heart oppressed
Your gift to him shall be his eternal curse
If today Reason triumphed over his heart
Think not that his first bliss he is to find
For if you give the blind one moment of sight
Will he ever be happy when back in the dark?
I shall take from Galatea life’s spark
Yet in his heart I shall keep that seed of love
That whenever his spirit rises far above
And while he swears to live from love apart
His gaze shall always be that of mortal man
He may create a perfect image from perfect stone
Yet shall know the memory of dispossession
His eyes forever searching for what he lost
Through a cruel prayer in a cruel night
If my work ruined the genius of his Art
Giving her a soul that knows the laws of time
His work too shall carry the recall of a crime
In a woman’s memory he shall live his days
That, Appolo, shall be your curse and my revenge
Until that eternal cycle is complete
The day Pygmalion kneels at my altar and prays!
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