So passed she from him; and, for seven long months Beneath a rock by Strymon’s lonely flood He wailed her fate and his, till all the caves Re-echoed mournfully, and savage beasts, Assuaged, knew milder breasts, and strength of oaks Was captive led by magic of his song. Even as, in woods, beneath a poplar’s shade Lone Philomel laments her callow brood, Robbed from the nest by cruel, churlish hands; And she, poor childless mother, all night long, Perched on a branch, renews the doleful strain, And with her plaints makes all the grove resound; So Orpheus mourned Eurydice, nor dreamed Of other love, nor other nuptial tie. Alone, ’mid Boreal ice, and by the banks Of snow-girt Tanais, and through the plains That feel the chill breath of Niphæan hills, He sang the loss of sweet Eurydice And Pluto’s bootless gift. And even when The Thracian maidens maddened at the slight Of their own beauty in such lasting grief And wild from Bacchic orgies, slew the bard, Strewing the broad fields with his severed limbs; Then, even then, when Hebrus bore away The tuneful head torn from the marble neck, The cold lips, faithful still to their lost love, Murmured, “Eurydice! Eurydice!” And the sad banks replied “Eurydice!” ADRIAN’S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL. (_From Catullus._) Animula! vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Quæ nunc abibis in loca, Pallidula rigida, nudula Nec, ut soles, dabis jocos? The same rendered into English: VERSION I. Darling, gentle, wandering soul, Long this body’s friend and guest, Tell what region is thy goal, Pale and cold and all undrest, Lost thy wonted play and jest? VERSION II. Spirit! sweet, gentle thing, Thou seemest taking wing For some new place of rest; So long this body’s guest And friend, dost thou forsake it, And pallid, cold, and naked, Thou wanderest, Bereft of joy and jest, Whither, ethereal thing? VERSION III. Dear, pretty, fluttering, vital thing, So long this body’s guest and friend, Ah! tell me, whither dost thou wend Thy lonely way, Pallid and nude and shivering, Nor, as thy wont is, gently gay? PYRAMUS AND THISBE. (_From Ovid’s “Metamorphoses.”_) Fairest of many youths was Pyramus, And Thisbe beauteous among Eastern maids. These dwelt in neighbour houses, where, of old, Semiramis girt Babylon with walls. And, being neighbours, these two fell in love, And love with time grew stronger. They had wed, But that their parents willed it not, and so Forbade all intercourse. With mutual breasts, Each sighed for other. Parted thus, they spoke By signs, and, being hindered, loved the more.