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Heartbreaking things I saw with my own eyes

And was myself a part of.

All things were full of horror and affright,

And dreadful even the silence of the night.

Three times I tried to fling my arms around her neck,

three times I embraced—nothing... her phantom

sifting through my fingers,

light as wind, quick as a dream in flight.

Sometimes the spark of generous fire

Revives in vanquished hearts again.

Fortune favours our first effort.

Hence would he sow dark rumours in the crowd.

To these tears we grant life and pity him besides.

His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling—

no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Call it cunning or courage; who would ask in war?

Alas, it is wrong for man to rely on the gods for anything against their will!

He follows his father, but not with equal steps.

It was the hour when for weary mortals their first rest begins, and by grace of the gods steals over them most sweet.