IRIS 



51 



She puts on a necklace of raindrops given to 

 her by her mother. 



She steps into her chariot 

 drawn by two pea- 

 cocks. She 

 touches them 

 lightly with 

 her whip, 

 and away 

 they go. 



First, up and up, then down and down, over 

 the beautiful colored arch. 



When she returns, the bridge is drawn up. 

 For no one may use it but Iris. 



