LAUSO.
Despite the clang of weapons from the East
And Gallic rage, thy lofty spirit lay
Tranquil, naught moved it from its peaceful rest.
THYRSIS.
'Twas then Heaven willed, upon a mournful day,
That the cold hand of wrathful death should come,
And with thy life our bliss should snatch away.
DAMON.
Thy bliss was better, thou didst seek thy home,
But we were left to bitterness untold,
Unending and eternal was our doom.
ELICIO.
The sacred maiden choir we did behold
Of those that dwell upon Parnassus' height
Rending in agony their locks of gold.
LAUSO.
The blind boy's mighty rival by thy plight
Was moved to tears; then to the world below
He showed himself a niggard of his light.