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The Graces are weeping for Cinyris' son

Sobbing low, each to each, "His fair eyes cannot see us!"—

Their wail strikes more shrill than the sadder Dione's;

The Fates mourn aloud for Adonis, Adonis,

Deep chanting! he hears not a word that they say:

He would hear, but Persephone has him in keeping.

—Cease moan, Cytherea—leave pomps for to-day,

And weep new when a new year refits thee for weeping.