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To Trachin, swift as Thought, the flitting Shade
Know'stthou not me? Not yet, unhappy Wife?
Rise wretched Widow, rise, nor undeplor'd
my Ghost to pass the Stygian Ford: But rise, prepar'd in Black, to mourn thy pe
riih'd Lord. Thus said the Player-God; and adding Art Of Voice and Gesture, so perform'd his Part, She thought (so like her Love the Shade appears) ThatCeyx spake the Words,and Ceyxshed the Tears; She groan'd, her inward Soul with Grief opprest, She sigh’d, the wept; and sleeping beat her Breast: Then stretch'd her Arms t'embrace his Body bare, Her clasping Arms inclose but empty Air: At this not yet awake the cry'd, O stay, One is our Fate, and common is our Way! So dreadful was the Dream, so loud she spoke, · That starting sudden up, the Slumber broke: Then cast her Eyes around in hope to view Her vanish'd Lord, and find the Vision true: For now the Maids, who waited her Commands, Ran in with lighted Tapers in their Hands. Tir'd with the Search, not finding what she seeks, With cruelBlows the pounds her blubber'dCheeks:
Then from her beaten Breast the Linnen tare, And cut the golden Caul that bound her Hair. Her Nurse demands the Cause with louder Cries, She prosecutes her Griefs, and thus replies.
No more Alcyone ; she suffer'd Death With her lov'd Lord, when Ceyx lost his Breath: No Flatt’ry, no false Comfort, give me none, My Shipwreck'd Ceyx is for ever gone: I saw, I saw him manifest in view, His Voice, his Figure, and his Gestures knew : His Lustre lost, and ev'ry living Grace, Yet I retain'd the Features of his Face;
[Hair, Tho’with pale Cheeks, wet Beard, and dropping None but my Ceyx cou'd appear so fair: I would have strain'd him with a strict Embrace, But through my Arms he flippd, and vanish'd
from the Place: There, ev’n just there he stood; and as she spoke, Where last the Spectre was, she cast her Look: Fain wou'd the hope, and gaz'd upon the Ground If any printed Footsteps might be found.
No farther Voice her mighty Grief affords,
And stopp'd her Tongue ; but what her Tongue deny’d,
[ply'd. Soft Tears,and Groans, and dumb Complaints fup
'Twas Morning; to the Port she takes her way, And stands upon the Margin of the Sea: That Place, that very Spot of Ground fhe sought, Or thither by her Destiny was brought, Where last he stood: And while she sadly said 'Twas here he left me, lingring here delay'd His parting Kiss; and there his Anchors weigh’d.
Thus speaking, while her Thoughts past Adions And call to mind admonish'd by the Place, (trace, Sharp at her utmost Ken she cast her Eyes, And somewhat floating from afar descries: It seem'd a Corps adrift, to distant Sight, But at a Distance who could judge aright? It wafted nearer yet, and then she knew That what before she but surmis'd, was true: A Corps it was, but whose it was, unknown, Yet mov?d, howe'er, she made the Case her own: Took the bad Omen of a Shipwreck’a Man, As for a Stranger wept, and thus began.