Admetus: You could come
To see me in my dreams and comfort me. For they
Who love find a time’s sweetness in the visions of night.
Had I the lips of Orpheus and his melody
To charm the maiden daughter of Demeter and
Her lord, and by my singing win you back from death,
I would have gone beneath the earth, and not the hound
Of Pluto could have stayed me, not the ferryman
Of ghosts, Charon at his oar. I would have brought you back
To life. Wait
for me, then, in that place, till I die,
And make ready the room where you will live with me,
For I shall have them bury me in the same chest
As you, and lay me at your side, so that my heart
Shall be against your heart, and never, even in death
Shall I go from you.
You alone were true to me.
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