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Rh ::: Through the wide portals, Seylla, whom we're weeping,
 * Followed her husband's bier,

On him, Evagoras, with lamentation,
 * Prop of his home! she called.

Nor yet again unto her father's dwelling
 * Returned the unhappy one,

But died or ever the third month was ended;
 * A broken heart her death,

And this sad tomb stands by the dusty roadside
 * In memory of their love.