THRENODY.
Though my boyhood scarce is over,Yet the dark Plutonian tideMany a friend and loyal loverFrom my bosom doth divide.In the cypress-shaded valleysOf the solemn nether realm,They in draughts from Lethe’s chalice,Every mortal memory whelm.While above, the pensive willowDroops forever o’er their urns,And around their earthy pillowGlide the many-footed worms.In the race with me they startedFrom the East with visions gay,Vehement and hero-hearted,Fearless of the coming fray.Brightly flowed their golden tressesIn the soft auroral wind,And, like falcons from their jesses,Upward bore they unconfined.Bathed their spirits in the splendorOf the Scian bard sublime,And of Maro’s lay more tenderHeard the symphony divine.Felt their hearts with love unboundedFor their country running o’er,While they read the words that soundedIn the Attic Pnyx of yore.But the frosts of death descended,Ere was gone the morning’s dew,And their joyful being ended,While the world was fresh and new.Though the rose and lily witherOn their garden beds awhile,Soon the gentle vernal weatherShall restore their former smile.But for man august and splendid,Than the angels little lower,When his dreamlike life is ended,Blooms his withered frame no more.Shades of friendship, gliding slowlyOn Cocytus’ farther brink,In this cup of nectar holyOnce again to you I drink.Ye have crossed the languid river,Ye have paid the last obole;Day for you has set forever,Ye have won the mystic goal!
Though my boyhood scarce is over,Yet the dark Plutonian tideMany a friend and loyal loverFrom my bosom doth divide.In the cypress-shaded valleysOf the solemn nether realm,They in draughts from Lethe’s chalice,Every mortal memory whelm.While above, the pensive willowDroops forever o’er their urns,And around their earthy pillowGlide the many-footed worms.In the race with me they startedFrom the East with visions gay,Vehement and hero-hearted,Fearless of the coming fray.Brightly flowed their golden tressesIn the soft auroral wind,And, like falcons from their jesses,Upward bore they unconfined.Bathed their spirits in the splendorOf the Scian bard sublime,And of Maro’s lay more tenderHeard the symphony divine.Felt their hearts with love unboundedFor their country running o’er,While they read the words that soundedIn the Attic Pnyx of yore.But the frosts of death descended,Ere was gone the morning’s dew,And their joyful being ended,While the world was fresh and new.Though the rose and lily witherOn their garden beds awhile,Soon the gentle vernal weatherShall restore their former smile.But for man august and splendid,Than the angels little lower,When his dreamlike life is ended,Blooms his withered frame no more.Shades of friendship, gliding slowlyOn Cocytus’ farther brink,In this cup of nectar holyOnce again to you I drink.Ye have crossed the languid river,Ye have paid the last obole;Day for you has set forever,Ye have won the mystic goal!
Though my boyhood scarce is over,Yet the dark Plutonian tideMany a friend and loyal loverFrom my bosom doth divide.
Though my boyhood scarce is over,
Yet the dark Plutonian tide
Many a friend and loyal lover
From my bosom doth divide.
In the cypress-shaded valleysOf the solemn nether realm,They in draughts from Lethe’s chalice,Every mortal memory whelm.
In the cypress-shaded valleys
Of the solemn nether realm,
They in draughts from Lethe’s chalice,
Every mortal memory whelm.
While above, the pensive willowDroops forever o’er their urns,And around their earthy pillowGlide the many-footed worms.
While above, the pensive willow
Droops forever o’er their urns,
And around their earthy pillow
Glide the many-footed worms.
In the race with me they startedFrom the East with visions gay,Vehement and hero-hearted,Fearless of the coming fray.
In the race with me they started
From the East with visions gay,
Vehement and hero-hearted,
Fearless of the coming fray.
Brightly flowed their golden tressesIn the soft auroral wind,And, like falcons from their jesses,Upward bore they unconfined.
Brightly flowed their golden tresses
In the soft auroral wind,
And, like falcons from their jesses,
Upward bore they unconfined.
Bathed their spirits in the splendorOf the Scian bard sublime,And of Maro’s lay more tenderHeard the symphony divine.
Bathed their spirits in the splendor
Of the Scian bard sublime,
And of Maro’s lay more tender
Heard the symphony divine.
Felt their hearts with love unboundedFor their country running o’er,While they read the words that soundedIn the Attic Pnyx of yore.
Felt their hearts with love unbounded
For their country running o’er,
While they read the words that sounded
In the Attic Pnyx of yore.
But the frosts of death descended,Ere was gone the morning’s dew,And their joyful being ended,While the world was fresh and new.
But the frosts of death descended,
Ere was gone the morning’s dew,
And their joyful being ended,
While the world was fresh and new.
Though the rose and lily witherOn their garden beds awhile,Soon the gentle vernal weatherShall restore their former smile.
Though the rose and lily wither
On their garden beds awhile,
Soon the gentle vernal weather
Shall restore their former smile.
But for man august and splendid,Than the angels little lower,When his dreamlike life is ended,Blooms his withered frame no more.
But for man august and splendid,
Than the angels little lower,
When his dreamlike life is ended,
Blooms his withered frame no more.
Shades of friendship, gliding slowlyOn Cocytus’ farther brink,In this cup of nectar holyOnce again to you I drink.
Shades of friendship, gliding slowly
On Cocytus’ farther brink,
In this cup of nectar holy
Once again to you I drink.
Ye have crossed the languid river,Ye have paid the last obole;Day for you has set forever,Ye have won the mystic goal!
Ye have crossed the languid river,
Ye have paid the last obole;
Day for you has set forever,
Ye have won the mystic goal!