This story is paired with Chapter XVII of Bulfinch’s Mythology. For best experience, download the LithoReader for your iPhone or iPad and get NonBinary Review for free.
Eyes upon our future days,
I won’t speak of our courting.
Deaf to those who ask to learn:
Even finches cannot know.
Eurydice, you rarity:
Fair oak nymph pleased to love but one.
Be it simple fare or rich, come,
let Hymen join us. Be my wife.
Share my roof, my star-lit rambles.
Partake of this man’s hearth and hold.
Do come, my dear: Lie close with me
and let my lyre sing our lay.
What sweet dreams might raise from us,
what nightmares rain upon us:
Only gods will riddle these,
with hints we can’t decipher.