[00:12.248]A rock there is where, as they say, the ocean dew distills
[00:24.123]And from its beetling brow, there pours a copious stream
[00:31.710]For pitchers to be dipped therein
[00:39.879]Was here I had a friend
[00:42.008]Washing robes of purple in the trickling stream
[00:51.466]And she was laying them out to dry
[00:54.951]On the face of a warm and sunny rock
[01:02.446]From her I heard the tidings
[01:13.228]See, here
[01:21.557]The wretched sufferer comes
[01:28.779]His youthful flesh and golden hair
[01:34.436]Have lost their beauty
[01:40.233]Oh, what pain!
[01:48.763]What double grief has fallen on these halls
[01:55.984]And swooped on them
[02:01.227]From heaven
[02:08.877]From heaven