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.