Live, Galatea, for his love!” And then
The glorious light that I had lost came back—
There was Myrine’s room, there was her couch,
There was the sun in heaven; and the birds
Sang once more in the great green waving trees,
As I had heard them sing—I lived once more
To look on him I love!
Myr.’Twas but a dream!
Once every day this death occurs to us,
Till thou and I and all who dwell on earth