The sexes of mankind their wars divide, And women hate all men, and them deride; And some demented hurl aside their gowns, And queens their robes discard and jewelled crowns, And rush upon the streets bereft of shame, Their forms expose, and all the gods defame. Alas! from earth the Queen of Love has gone, And lovers 'void their haunts with faces wan And spurn from them the hateful thought of love, For love no longer reigns, all life to move. An awful thrill now speeds through Hades' doors, And shakes with horror all the dismal floors; A wail upon the breeze through space doth fly, And howling gales sweep madly through the sky; Through all the universe there speeds a pang Of travail. Mam-nu-tu[1] appalled doth hang Upon her blackened pinions in the air, And piteous from her path leads Black Despair, "The queen in chains in Hades dying lies, And life with her," they cry, "forever dies!" Through misty glades and darkened depths of space, Tornadoes roar her fate to Earth's sweet face; The direful tidings from far Hades pour Upon her bosom with their saddest roar; Like moans of mighty powers in misery, They bring the tale with awful minstrelsy. And Earth her mists wrapped round her face in woe, While icy pangs through all her breast deep flow. Her bosom sobbing wails a mighty moan, "Alas! forever my sweet queen hath flown!" With shrieks of hurricane, and ocean's groan, And sobbing of the winds through heights unknown, Through mountain gorges sweep her wails of woe, Through every land and seas, her sorrows flow: Oh, moan! oh, moan! dear mountains, lakes, and seas! Oh, weep with me dear plants, and flowers, and trees! Alas! my beauty fading now will die! Oh, weep, ye stars, for me in every sky! Oh, Samas, hide thy face! I am undone! Oh, weep with me Ur-ru,[2] my precious son. Let all your notes of joy, my birds, be stilled; Your mother's heart with dread despair is filled: "Come back, my flowerets, with your fragrant dews; Come, all my beauties, with your brightest hues; Come back, my plants and buds and youngling shoots! Within your mother's bosom hide your roots. Oh, children, children! Love hath fled away, Alas! that life I gave should see this day! Your queen lies dying in her awful woe, Oh, why should she from us to Hades go?"