ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Height over height, the purple pine-woods clung to the rich Arcadian mountains,

Holy-sweet as a sea of incense, under the low dark crimson skies:

Glad were the glens where Eurydice bathed, in the beauty of dawn, at the haunted fountains

Deep in the blue hyacinthine hollows, whence all the rivers of

Arcady rise.