Within my chamber; calling me by name,
‘Come,’ said he, and he touched me with his wand.
And I, of life and strife no longer fond,
Replied: ‘I go with gladness, for I swear
By blessed Cypris that no more I care
To live, since love is passing from me. Fain
Am I to die despite my other gain
In wealth and honor. Only do I plead
To field Elysian, whither thou didst lead
Atrides Agamemnon and the flower