Failed ever to touch thee; no smart,
But with thee found relief.
But thou hadst a grief unknown:
Silently, down to the grave, thou hast borne it alone.
Admetus.—
Lift up your voices and cry! O women, shall she not wake?
Chorus.—
Wake, mistress, awake!
Admetus.—
She lived, she rose, she returned from the dead, having died for my sake.