AURORA'S 'TEARS 27 



It is as if somebody was quietly weeping, 

 weeping. 



All night long, too, her tears are falling. 

 In the early morning sun they glisten like tiny 

 diamonds. 



Who is it that cries so softly, and why is she 

 so sad ? 



This is the story : 



Aurora still weeps for her son, Memnon. 

 Yet it is thousands of years since he died. 



Every evening, when the darkness sets in and 

 all things are still and quiet, she grows sad and 

 lonely. 



For she thinks of that night, so long ago, 

 when she saw her son dead. 



He was fighting a great battle. With his 

 lance and his spear he was winning the day. 



Then he met the hero Achilles, and went down 

 before him. 



Aurora, watching from Olympus, wept for 

 her son. 



His brothers, the winds, carried his body to 

 the banks of a river. 



There Aurora, with her maidens, the Hours, 

 took leave of him. There they buried him. 



