In a dream, I spake
G. Bantock
In a dream, I spake with the daughter of Cyprus,
"Death is evil, the gods have so judged:
Had it been good, they would die."
Delicate Adonis is dying; what shall we do?
Beat your breasts, maidens,
and rend your tunics. Ah, for Adonis!
The Dawn shall see thee no more,
what shall we do?
Nor dark-eyed Sleep the daughter of Night.
Ah, for Adonis!