violence, and, for mere hatred of the sunshine, flung their 15
lives away. Oh, how gladly would they now, in the air
above, bear to the end the load of poverty and the full
extremity of toil! But Fate bars the way: the unlovely
pool swathes them round in her doleful waters, and Styx,
with her ninefold windings, keeps them fast. 20
Not far hence the traveller’s eye sees stretching on every
side the Mourning Fields: such the name they bear.
Here dwell those whom cruel Love’s consuming tooth
has eaten to the heart, in the privacy of hidden walks