THEY WERE IN LOVE

SHE DROPPED DEAD, BITTEN ON HER ANKLE BY A SNAKE

HE WENT BELOW, LEST HE SHOULD LEAVE THE UNDERWORLD UNTRIED

THE THRACIAN BARD PLUCKED AT HIS LYRE AND BEGAN TO SING:

THESE WORDS ACCOMPANIED ON THE PLUCKED STRINGS SO MOVED THE BLOODLESS SPIRITS THAT THEY WEPT.

THE CONDITION SET FOR HER RELEASE: THAT HE MAY NOT LOOK BACK AT ALL

HE STARTED OUT UPON THE SOUNDLESS PATH

DESIRING A GLIMPSE OF HIS BELOVED [HE] TURNED TO LOOK

AT ONCE SHE SLIPPED BACK TO THE UNDERWORLD

HE STRETCHED OUT HIS ARMS

BUT SEIZED ON NOTHING