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Eurydice
Before me, snarling beasts forget their rage,
’Round me, hard-hearted dryads weep rivers,
’Gainst me, flung missiles yield to my windage,
And e’en Immortal souls quake and shiver.
By my bellowed sorrow, all high hopes fall,
Toothed grins unwind as giddy spirits sink,
Industry slumps as mindful thinking stalls,
From the happy, prosperous life, all shrink.
All mourn, all wail, with me, for thine passing,
Awakes, my versed melancholy, their springs,
Tenders them their waters as late off’ring,
If only I quit playing my sad strings.
Never! Nothing shalt end my poesy,
’Less Hades pardons my Eurydice!
-Q-
@WindsPoetic