From far Carthage her remains, where
Anaeus Father once rested in hope
Does some doom approach
Some elder doom unwritten
The flower of spring arrives to silence
And those who once dreamt of its coming
Now join it in such early grave
The grave of Adonis
At the harrowing of youth
The streets once running with the gains of order
and the children of Demeter
now course with ghastly spirit and houseless dead
and there a wastrel spared now stranded
Behold the dawn breaking
across these empty lands
and the birds singing
and hear the birds singing