ORPHEUS IN HADES.
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For wherever truth and duty
Link the loving, heart to heart,
Your fair world in all its beauty
Sees its perfect counterpart.
Link the loving, heart to heart,
Your fair world in all its beauty
Sees its perfect counterpart.
Grieve not, dearest, that thy lover
Leads thee with averted face;
Once the Stygian bourne well over,
How he 'll fly to thy embrace!
But till that dear consummation,
Let the thought bring mutual cheer,
That in deepest obscuration
Each to each is ever near.
Leads thee with averted face;
Once the Stygian bourne well over,
How he 'll fly to thy embrace!
But till that dear consummation,
Let the thought bring mutual cheer,
That in deepest obscuration
Each to each is ever near.
Lo! already, faintly gleaming,
Far Avernus dawns to sight!
Down whose dusky caverns streaming
Glance the golden shafts of light:
As they brighter fall around thee,
Fainter pleads my hapless vow;
Nay, though thousand oaths had bound me,
I must see thee, here and now!
Far Avernus dawns to sight!
Down whose dusky caverns streaming
Glance the golden shafts of light:
As they brighter fall around thee,
Fainter pleads my hapless vow;
Nay, though thousand oaths had bound me,
I must see thee, here and now!
Fairest of all fairest faces,
Oh! the rapture, once, once more,
To behold those dimpled graces
Lovelier than e'er before!
But, alas, the hopes they waken
Vanish like a frighted bird,
Ah! so soon to be forsaken
By a bliss so long deferred!
Oh! the rapture, once, once more,
To behold those dimpled graces
Lovelier than e'er before!
But, alas, the hopes they waken
Vanish like a frighted bird,
Ah! so soon to be forsaken
By a bliss so long deferred!
Back, ye Gorgons, grimly glaring
Where the rosy vision fled;
All your banded fury daring,
I again will seek the dead!
Vain, vain boast! for ever vanished
Is thy dream the loved to free;
By thine own blind passion vanished,
Justest Fates, too, banish thee.
Where the rosy vision fled;
All your banded fury daring,
I again will seek the dead!
Vain, vain boast! for ever vanished
Is thy dream the loved to free;
By thine own blind passion vanished,
Justest Fates, too, banish thee.