The Grief of a Mother for Her Son

The yearning of a mother for her son. The pain diminished with the heat's decrease and as the flames extinguished so his life slowly ascended in the rising air. As he covered his white hair and face with ash he dusted the wailed his aged days althea maddened in her mother's grief has punished herself with a ruthless hand she pierced her heart with iron. oh if some god had given a resounding harp a voice and hundred fold more mighty and a soul enlarged with genius i could never tell the grief of his unhappy sisters they regardless of all shame beat on their breasts before the body was consumed with fire embraced it and again embracing it rained kisses on their loved