Xci

Why have the gods in derision Severed us, heart of my being? Where have they lured thee to wander, O my lost lover?

While now I sojourn with sorrow, Having remorse for my comrade, What town is blessed with thy beauty, Gladdened and prospered?

Nay, who could love as I loved thee, With whom thy beauty was mingled In those spring days when the swallows Came with the south wind?

Then I became as that shepherd Loved by Selene on Latmus, Once when her own summer magic Took hold upon her

With a sweet madness, and thenceforth Her mortal lover must wander Over the wide world for ever, Like one enchanted.