First Line: THE GENTLE MAIDS OF SAMOS' ISLE Last Line: THE SLEEP THAT MUST BE SLEPT BY ALL! Subject(s): DEATH; LAMENT; DEAD, THE;
The gentle maids of Samos' isle Miss their sweet fellow-weaver's smile: For Crethis oft with prattle gay Would while the hours of toil away, But now she sleeps beyond recall, The sleep that must be slept by all!
