Walking in the tall grass fields
After her wedding to Orpheus
Eurydice was surprised
By an ardent Satyr
She screamed and fled
Only to her dismay to be bitten
By a snake upon her ankle
She had stumbled in flight
Into a pit full of vipers
Husband Orpheus was destroyed
His heart was made numb
His music was of grieving
Broken, if beautiful
And not only the people
Were moved to mourn
The gods and the godly
All urged him to travel
Into the underworld
A dark realm for the dead
He played for Hades and Persephone
Masters of the dead realm
And they were moved
Eurydice was allowed to return
With Orpheus to the surface
With only one rule
That Orpheus should not look upon her
Until they arrived
To the land of the living
But he failed
With the quest nearly fulfilled
He turned to look
And there and then
She disappeared
For then and always
Hard rocks he soften'd with persuasive song,
And sooth'd the rivers as they roll'd along.
Yon beeches tall, that bloom near Zona, still
Remain memorials of his vocal skill:
His lays Pieria's listening trees admire,
And move in measures to his melting lyre.
