She saw I lived for thee.

I may not look on thee,
Such was the gods' decree;--
Till sun and earth we see
No kiss, no smile for thee!

The way is rough, is hard;
I cannot hear thy feet
Swift following; speak, my Sweet,--
Is the way rough and hard?

"Oh come, Eurydice!"
I turn: "our woe is o'er,
I will not lose thee more!"
I cry: "Eurydice!"

O father Hermes, help!
I see her fade away
Back from the dawning ray;
Dear Father Hermes, help!

One swift look,--all is lost!
Wild heaven-arousing cries
Pierce to the dull dead skies;
My heaven, my all is lost!

The unrelenting gods
Refuse me. "No," say they,
"Thy chance is thrown away."