Tintinant aures, gemina teguntur
Lumina nocte—
is thus translated by Mr. W. E. Gladstone:—
Him rival to the gods I place,
Him loftier yet, if loftier be,
Who, Lesbia, sits before thy face,
Who listens and who looks on thee;
Thee smiling soft. Yet this delight
Doth all my sense consign to death;
For when thou dawnest on my sight,