Classic Poem

O Lelius, beauteous flower of gentleness,
The fair Aglaia's friend above all friends;
O darling of the fascinating Loves,
By what dire envy moved did Death uproot
Thy days ere yet full blown and what ill chance
Hath robbed Savona of her noblest grace?
She weeps for thee and shall for ever weep,
And if the fountain of her tears should fail
She would implore Sebeto to supply
Her need: Sebeto, sympathizing stream,
Who on his margin saw thee close thine eyes
On the chaste bosom of thy Lady dear.
Ah, what do riches, what does youth avail?
Dust are our hopes, I weeping did inscribe
In bitterness thy monument and pray
Of every gentle spirit bitterly
To read the record with as copious tears.