Half fainting with the sense of all her charms,
Sudden he woke, a dead Bride in his arms!
Not his alone the woe and misery;
Nor he sole mourner for Eurydice;
From Rhodope to Pangæa’s peaks, above
The cave where Boreas hid his Attic love,
Through the fierce realm of Rhesus, echo bore
The wail to the wild Getes, to the shore
Of Hebrus, while in forest, hill, and dale
The tuneful Dryads told the tearful tale.