Tears, even far beneath the earth I send thee,
  O Heliodore — bitter tears I pour ; 
Tokens of love, in Hades to attend thee.

And on thy tomb, where I have mourned so sore, 
I offer — as libations poured above — 
Memories of our kindness and our love.

O thou, among the dead beloved even, 
  Meleager sorely, sorely wails for thee ;
Vain homage, empty prayers to Hades given !
  Ah, where may now my mourned-for blossom be ?
Hades hath ravished, ravished it away,
And dust defiles my blooming flower to-day.

O Earth, all nourishing, to thee I make 
My supplication — her I weep for take, 
And gently fold her in thine arms, to rest, 
Mother, against thy breast.