What madness has lost us?
Oh, I am low, Orpheus.
I must go. Now twice they have forced me to leave you.
My eyes are swimming and slowing my consciousness.
Goodbye. I am taken away wrapped in enormous night reaching out hands that I wanted to give you.' She did not say another word but disappeared like smoke dissolving into air which is bodiless.
She did not see him clutching at shadows, with nothing spoken.
The gaoler did not let him cross the marsh again.
What could he do?
For the second time his wife was gone.
Could he weep or sing to alter the will of god or fate?
Now on the Stygian river, she shivered in the boat.
From 4th Georgic. Translation by the Editor.