Alas, for us no second spring,
Like mallows in the garden-bed,
For these the grave has lost his sting,
Alas, for US no second spring,
Who sleep without awakening,
And, dead, for ever more are dead,
Alas, for us no second spring,
Like mallows in the garden-bed!
Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave
That boast themselves the sons of men!
Once they go down into the grave-
Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave,-
They perish and have none to save,
They are sown, and are not raised again;
Alas, the strong, the wise, the brave,
That boast themselves the sons of men!
Triolets After Moschus
Andrew Lang
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