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“Ah! what, unheedful have we done! “What demons here in death delight?
“What fiends that curse the social sun? “What furies of infernal night?
“See, see, my peaceful shepherds bleed! “Each heart in harmony that vied, “Smote by its own melodious Reed,
“Lies cold, along my blushing side.
“Back to your urn, my waters, fly;
“For horror dims yon conscious sky,
Through DELPH1's holy depth of shade
While in his dim and mournful glade
“In vain CEPHISUs sighs to save
“And weeps to see his reddening wave,
“In vain my violated groves
“And bids the sanguine hand assail.
“God of the genial stream, behold “My laurel shades of leaves so bare!
“Those leaves no poet's brows enfold, “Nor bind Apollo's golden hair.
“Like thy fair offspring, misapplied,
“The murderer's burning cheek to hide,