Excerpt from Mographs Hyacinthus Who sports with the gods must die!Woe, oh woe!Who prays for the wings must fly;Fate wills so.Who mocks at the loving friendHath signed his death.He comes to the silent endWho scorns love's breath!Thou, Hyacinthus, thouDidst spurn thy friend!Now, Phoebus playmate, wWhat is thine end?The stricken Zephry weepsWhere thy white body sleeps;The Sun-god lingers nearAnd drops a shining tear.Where art thouFair pouter w?In the shades where lovers waitMessage from the loved one's gate -Dead - alone. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.