LAMIA’S SONG

DESCEND, descend!
Pleasant the downward way—
From your lonely Alp
With the wintry scalp
To our myrtles in valleys of May.
Wend then, wend:
Mountaineer, descend:
And more than a wreath shall repay.
Come, ah come!
With the cataracts come,
That hymn as they roam
How pleasant the downward way!