But, oh! when black blood stains the ground,
And the mortal mortal lies,
Shall the dead hear when thou chauntest?
To thy charming shall he rise?
Once there was a leech so wise
Could raise the dead,[f20] but, from the skies,
Struck by Jove, he ceased.
But cease my song. Were link with link
In the chain of things not bound together[n69]
That each event must wait its time,