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O my belovèd one, lone in his halls hast thou left

An old, old man of his children bereft.

Before thy sons shouldst thou have died, have died!

And shall I not rend mine hair?

And shall I from smiting spare

Mine head, from the ruining hand? O city, see

How Phœbus of children twain hath despoilèd me!

Ill-starred, who hast seen and suffered evil's stress,

What life through the rest of thy days shalt thou have?

Childless, forlorn, my woes are limitless:

I shall drain sorrow's dregs till I sink to the grave.

Gods crowned with joy thy spousals all for nought.

Fleeted and vanished and fallen my glories are,

Far from my boasts high-soaring, O far!

Lone in the lonely halls must thou abide.