"King: The inhabitants of this sacred retreat must not be disturbed. Stay the chariot, that I may alight.... Charioteer, groves devoted to penance must be entered in humble attire. Take these ornaments.... Here is the entrance to the hermitage. I will now go in. Serenest peace is in this calm retreat, By passion's breath unruffled; what portends My throbbing arm? Why should it whisper here Of happy love? Yet everywhere around us Stand the closed portals of events unknown."