218. Orpheus
Orpheus he went, as poets tell,To fetch Eurydice from hell;And had her, but it was uponThis short, but strict condition;Backward he should not look, while heLed her through hell’s obscurity.But ah! it happen’d, as he madeHis passage through that dreadful shade,Revolve he did his loving eye,For gentle fear or jealousy;And looking back, that look did severHim and Eurydice for ever.