Voices of the raving nymphs revive Narrating a tale from long ago Singing for the charming New wed bride on a brightful day of summer Through meadows of flowers She ran in mirthful hours Her laughter disrupted by teeth of venom Like crystal, her heart froze, Before her strained eyes could close Silent tears of horror, On her descending ghost She turns her eyes, She falls, she dies His beloved motionless was found Mourning forests echoing her name Tunes of sorrow played in dreadful sound Brought to nature such discomfort Days and nights he wept Charmed the trees and mountains Yet in hopeful thoughts Love you shall reclaim