After her new groom hied facing the fierceness of fight.Yet so thou mournedst not for a bed deserted of husband,As for a brother beloved wending on woefullest way?How was the marrow of thee consumedly wasted by sorrow!So clean forth of thy breast, rackt with solicitous care,Mind fled, sense being reft! But I have known thee for certainE'en from young virginal years lofty of spirit to be. Hast thou forgotten the feat whose greatness won thee a royalMarriage—a deed so prow, never a prower was dared?Yet how sad was the speech thou spakest, thy husband farewelling!(Jupiter!) Often thine eyes wiping with sorrowful hand!What manner God so great thus changed thee? Is it that loversNever will tarry afar parted from person beloved?