Behold, my fair beauty;
Woven flowers in your hair;
Death has made acquaintance;
Such grief I cannot bear.
Alone without you near;
With music sweet I seek;
From the underworld you rise;
A shadow by my side.
Yet slighter than a glimmer;
For enticed unto the dead;
Hades has claimed your soul;
Fare thee well, my lost Eurydice.
J J Dobor
