Euridice
Euridice, Euridice, my dearest love,
Please fly back my little bird.
Where is my little dove?
I beg you, please return.
Euridice, Euridice, o’ brightest star,
Please return to evening sky.
I call you from afar.
I beg you, please return.
Immortal gods, immortal gods, I’ve little left to lose
All except my voice and lyre,
So take them if you choose.
Just let my love return.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.