ARIADNE.
Shame on these tears! disown them, lofty heart!
On this bald peak where now I stand alone,
Like some poor weed, sea-driven and flung apart,
Bear witness all ye Gods, that I disown
Their traitorous record!—Yet nay, let them run
Into the deep-mouthed wave—and take along
Memories I want no more;—soft, rustling throng
Of old, untold delights, pass, every one!
With empty arms outstretehed, I cry, O sea,
That took so much, take these!—see there! I fling
The clinging warmth of that first kiss to thee,
The pulses' lingering lightnings, that they bring
On this bald peak where now I stand alone,
Like some poor weed, sea-driven and flung apart,
Bear witness all ye Gods, that I disown
Their traitorous record!—Yet nay, let them run
Into the deep-mouthed wave—and take along
Memories I want no more;—soft, rustling throng
Of old, untold delights, pass, every one!
With empty arms outstretehed, I cry, O sea,
That took so much, take these!—see there! I fling
The clinging warmth of that first kiss to thee,
The pulses' lingering lightnings, that they bring
