The beautiful, too, must die! That which su**ugates men and gods
 does not stir the brazen heart of the stygian Zeus.
 Only once did love melt the Lord of Shadows,
 and just at the threshhold, he strictly yanked back his gift.
 Aphrodite does not heal the beautiful boy's wound,
 which the boar ripped cruelly in that delicate body.
 Neither does the immortal mother save the divine hero
 when, falling at the Scaean Gate, he fulfills his fate.
 She ascends from the sea with all the daughters of Nereus,
 and lifts up a lament for her glorious son.
 Behold! the gods weep; all the goddesses weep,
 that the beautiful perish, that perfection dies.
 But to be a dirge on the lips of loved ones can be a marvellous thing;
 for that which is common goes down to Orcus in silence.

                                                                   ——————Brahms：Nanie   Op.82