But alone of women of wailing Rome I have no tears to dry;
"Pass to the sea and the Death beyond to the home of the Gods you left for Earth;
Of all the women of Rome to-night, no pride shall equal mine.
A God, the man that leaves me now—but ah! a lover that thought me worth—
The whispered word of a husband true—I thank the Gods that I hold from you
The right that fair Eurydice knew—the love of a man Divine."