IV

Ah, ah, Cytherea! the Loves are lamenting:—

      She lost her fair spouse, and so lost her fair smile—

When he lived she was fair, by the whole world's consenting,

      Whose fairness is dead with him! woe worth the while!

All the mountains above and the oaklands below

      Murmur, ah, ah Adonis! the streams overflow

Aphrodite's deep wail,—river-fountains in pity

      Weep soft in the hills; and the flowers, as they blow,

Redden outward with sorrow; while all hear her go

      With the song of her sadness, through mountain and city.