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But vainly sought he east and west,
Half mad,—all broken-hearted;
O, a most ungodlike look he wore,
With his glory all departed!
Half mad,—all broken-hearted;
O, a most ungodlike look he wore,
With his glory all departed!
At last he turned Olympus-ward,
Thus lyreless,—woe 's the day!
For Juno frowned, and Venus wept,
And Cupid ran away!
Thus lyreless,—woe 's the day!
For Juno frowned, and Venus wept,
And Cupid ran away!
Those ennuied gods and goddesses.
Upon their mount sublime,
O, had they not a weary lot,
A dull and dozing time!
Upon their mount sublime,
O, had they not a weary lot,
A dull and dozing time!
One morn there rose upon the air
Most sweet, though mortal song,
By Zephyrus' glad wing upborne
To charm that heavenly throng.
Most sweet, though mortal song,
By Zephyrus' glad wing upborne
To charm that heavenly throng.
Fair Venus bent her pearly ear,
Then earthward fixed her gaze,
And smiled a curious kind of smile,
Half pleasure,—half amaze.
Then earthward fixed her gaze,
And smiled a curious kind of smile,
Half pleasure,—half amaze.
