Now to the card-table hast thou bound me,
And with myrtle the gift soon was both cover'd and grac'd.But I raised it not up. I stood. Our eyes met together,
What strange wonder do I see?Can it be?All my limbs of power are reft.And all strength my hand has left.Can it he?None are strangers that I see!And our brethren 'tis who goOn before, the way to show!Oh, the reckless impious ones!How they, with their jarring tones,Beat the time, as on they hie!Quick, my brethren!--let us fly!
Here doth he watch their silent dances' mysterious measure.All that is glorious in Heaven, and all that the earth in her beauty
That wantons o'er her beauteous face.
With the glimmer of a star,
Will such a ring be made?"
Now the cruel boy must pick
The more life's path extends,And brighter, brighter yet