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Rh Why didst thou restrain

When myself I had cast

Down into her grave, with the noblest to lie peace-lulled at the last?

Not one soul, but two

Had been Hades' prey,

Souls utterly true

Together for aye,

Which together o'er waves of the underworld mere had passed this day.

Of my kin was there one,

And the life's light failed

In his halls of a son,

One meet to be wailed,

His only belovèd: howbeit the manhood within him prevailed;

And the ills heaven-sent

As a man did he bear,

Though by this was he bent

Unto silvered hair,

Far on in life's path, without son for his remnant of weakness to care.

O, how can I tread

Thy threshold, fair home?

How shelter mine head

'Neath thy roof, now the doom

Of the Gods' dice changeth?—ah me, what change upon all things is come!