Sol 5.6

  1. It sets before us a tale of the earliest age,

    yet its beauty is fresh, not handed down.

  2. A play whose splendor holds the eyes engrossed;

    yet in that very engrossment they find rest.

  3. It delighted through what saddened, until death within it seemed like

    revival, and sorrow seemed like joy.

  4. For beauty such as that, hearts long to be placed

    where the ear sits—or where the eyes reside.

  5. In it, the eye envies the listening ear,

    and the ear, in turn, envies the eye.

  6. Whoever beholds that beauty knows no drowsiness,

    nor whoever hears those words any weariness.

Sol 5.6