Orpheus and Eurydice

Sans thee, Eurydice,
No Orpheus can
rupture numbers gay.
Come great Hermes,
With thee, let I cross
The Styx for Cheron
Passes no mortal
Nor do Cereberus.
Naught at the behind have I to peak.
No Icarus I shall be
And look thee who'st behind I.
Come, fair Eurydice,
For forlorn forbids
And ecstasy esacalates.