Catches, canons and drinking songs
No longer Orpheus shall thy Sacred strains, lead Stones, and Trees, and Beasts along the Plains; lead Stones and Trees, and Beasts along the Plains.
No longer sooth the boist'rous wind to Sleep, or still the Billows of the raging Deep, the raging Deep.
For thou art gone, for thou, for thou art gone, the Muses mourn'd thy fall in solemn strains, thy Mother most of all.
Ye mortals idly for your Sons ye moan if thus a Goddess cou'd not save her own.