And has resung it, if not word by word.
Orpheus had been espoused but one short hour,
And went to gather roses for the bower,
When a rejected wooer, mad with love,
Sprang upon the light-footed nymph, and strove
For an embrace; she, heeding nought, alas!
Trod on a serpent sleeping in the grass;
And when on the instant, answering her cries,
Her Bridegroom knelt there, kissing her closed eyes,