 | Silenus |  |
While sighing thus, the reeds before him sighed,
Swaying in easy motion to and fro,
And every tongue told something to the breeze.
“Ah, lovely reed!” he moaned; “thy grace accords
With my beloved Syrinx when she lived;
Ah, now she lives in my sad heart alone.
I must away; away. Too much, too well,
Thou tellest me of grace for ever fled!”
Swaying in easy motion to and fro,
And every tongue told something to the breeze.
“Ah, lovely reed!” he moaned; “thy grace accords
With my beloved Syrinx when she lived;
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I must away; away. Too much, too well,
Thou tellest me of grace for ever fled!”
| Silenus | |