Seeking there water to draw, when by the god she was seiz'd.Thus were the sons of Mars begotten! The twins did a she-wolf
By thousand-varying pangs weigh'd down,Thou dwell'st in dark and endless night.
And hurl them in the gulf below.
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record
Sleep on! what wouldst thou more?
What, oh thou frivolous god! twofold thy measure of time?"Slowly run from the one, the hours of lovers when parted;
The seasons come again.
WEEP, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;