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Rh What wouldst thou?—Unhand me!—In anguish and pain by what path am I faring!

Woeful to them that love thee: most to me

And to thy babes, sad sharers in this grief.

Let be—let me sink back to rest me:

There is no strength left in my feet.

Hades is near, and the night

Is darkening down on my sight.

Darlings, farewell: on the light

Long may ye look:—I have blessed ye

Ere your mother to nothingness fleet.

Ah me! for thy word rusheth bitterness o'er me,

Bitterness passing the anguish of death!

Forsake me not now, by the Gods I implore thee,

By the babes thou wilt orphan, O yield not thy breath!

Look up, be of cheer: if thou diest, before me

Is nothingness. Living, we aye live thine,

And we die unto thee; for our hearts are a shrine

Wherein for thy love passing word we adore thee!

Admetus,—for thou seest all my plight,—

Fain would I speak mine heart's wish ere I die.

I, honouring thee, and setting thee in place

Before mine own soul still to see this light,

Am dying, unconstrained to die for thee.