TANTALUS
He wooes for ever, with foil'd lips of drouth,
The wave that wearies not to mock his mouth.
‘ Tis Lethe's; they alone that tide have quaff'd
Who never thirsted for the oblivious draught.
He wooes for ever, with foil'd lips of drouth,
The wave that wearies not to mock his mouth.
‘ Tis Lethe's; they alone that tide have quaff'd
Who never thirsted for the oblivious draught.