Tantalus
Yes, Tantalus in hell below
A lighter task than mine is set,
And though his tears for ever flow,
I am more wretched yet.
He never saw thy cheeks so fair
More tender than the opening rose,
His lips from thine no hand may tear,
He knows not of my woes.
He dreads the rock that seems to fall,
But never will he die again,
I yet alive am Passion's thrall
And perish in my pain.
A lighter task than mine is set,
And though his tears for ever flow,
I am more wretched yet.
He never saw thy cheeks so fair
More tender than the opening rose,
His lips from thine no hand may tear,
He knows not of my woes.
He dreads the rock that seems to fall,
But never will he die again,
I yet alive am Passion's thrall
And perish in my pain.
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