Classic Poem

Once a shepherd on the hills
Marvelled at the weeping rills
How a stone like Niobi
Should so tearful ever be.

Now 'tis I who weep and moan
And Erippi is the stone.
Though I cry in darkness drear
Never she my plaint will hear.

Love is still the cause of all,
Sends the tears from both that fall.
She bewails her children slain,
I my unrequited pain.