<h3><SPAN name="LAMENT_FOR_MARSYAS" id="LAMENT_FOR_MARSYAS"></SPAN>LAMENT FOR MARSYAS</h3>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">M</span>arsyas sleeps. Oh, never wait,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Maidens, by the city gate,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Till he come to plunder gold<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of the daffodils you hold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or your branches white with may;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He is whiter gone than they.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He will startle you no more<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When along the river shore<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Damsels beat the linen clean.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Nor when maidens play at ball<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Will he catch it where it fall:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Though ye wait for him and call,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He will answer not, I ween.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Happy Earth to hold him so,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Still and satisfied and low,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Giving him his will—ah, more<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Than a woman could before!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Still forever holding up<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To his parted lips the cup<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Which hath eased him, when to bless<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All who loved were powerless.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ah! for that too-lovely head,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Low among the laureled dead,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many a rose earth oweth yet;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many a yellow jonquil brim,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Many a hyacinth dewy-dim,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For the singing breath of him—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sweeter than the violet.<br/></span>
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