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Love fondly strung these precious memories
Until the story was completed, when
The record fell, splashed into sudden night,
And Syrinx was no more.
Until the story was completed, when
The record fell, splashed into sudden night,
And Syrinx was no more.
Then yearningly
Recalling how the drowned to Hades pass
In pleasant dreams of early childhood days,
Syrinx he saw risen from the river-bed,
Ranging at will those happy times agone,
Till they two met; and might, alas! alas!
Never have parted, had not ruthless fate
Driven him unhappy into wilds remote.
Could even faithful love be mindful then,
The swift remorseless water sweeping by
Obliterating fast as fancies flew,
The overwhelming bliss and gracious light
Her trustful love and beauty were to him;
And could she know what agony would burn
At loss of her, and take the bursting flame
And ashes of despair as sacrifice
His passion offered to her vanished grace?
Recalling how the drowned to Hades pass
In pleasant dreams of early childhood days,
Syrinx he saw risen from the river-bed,
Ranging at will those happy times agone,
Till they two met; and might, alas! alas!
Never have parted, had not ruthless fate
Driven him unhappy into wilds remote.
Could even faithful love be mindful then,
The swift remorseless water sweeping by
Obliterating fast as fancies flew,
The overwhelming bliss and gracious light
Her trustful love and beauty were to him;
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At loss of her, and take the bursting flame
And ashes of despair as sacrifice
His passion offered to her vanished grace?
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