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When Orpheus went down to the regions below, Lisles (228
Lady M. W. Montagu.
Ye shepherds, give ear to my lay,
WAS when the seas were roaring
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclined:
Wide o'er the foaming billows
"Twelve months are gone and over
Why didst thou trust the seas?
And let a lover rest:
"The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempests in despair; But what's the loss of treasure
To the losing of my dear? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow, You'll find a richer maiden,
But none that loves you so.
"How can they say that Nature
Has nothing made in vain ? Why then beneath the water
Do hideous rocks remain ? No eyes those rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover And leave the maid to weep.”
All melancholy lying
Thus wail'd she for her dear,
She bow'd her head and died.