Hark! a dirge floats far and wide.
II.—SPRING FESTIVAL.
This is the springtide's mournful feast:
The frantic troops of blooming girls
Are rushing hither with flying curls:
Moaning they smite their bare white breast,
Adonis! Adonis!
The night hath come. By the torches' gleams
They search the forest on every side,
That echoes with anguish far and wide,