Howe'er it chanced, untouched of malady,
Unharmed by fear, unfollowed by lament,
With comfort on the twilight way he went,
Passing, if ever man did, wondrously;
From this world's death to life divinely rent,
Unschooled in Time's last lesson, how we die.



THE TAMING OF TYRO--(Soph., Fr., 587.)



(Sidero, the stepmother of Tyro, daughter of Salmoneus, cruelly
entreated her in all things, and chiefly in this, that she let
sheer her beautiful hair.)


At fierce Sidero's word the thralls drew near,
And shore the locks of Tyro,--like ripe corn
They fell in golden harvest,--but forlorn
The maiden shuddered in her pain and fear,
Like some wild mare that cruel grooms in scorn
Hunt in the meadows, and her mane they sheer,
And drive her where, within the waters clear,
She spies her shadow, and her shame doth mourn.

Ah! hard were he and pitiless of heart
Who marking that wild thing made weak and tame,
Broken, and grieving for her glory gone,