I saw the lovers. In the ungovernable fury of their passion 
they glued their lips together in a long kiss ; 
but that did not sate the infinite thirst of love. 
Longing, if it could be, to enter into each other's hearts, 
they sought to appease to a little extent 
the torment of the impossible by interchanging their soft raiment. 
Then he was just like Achilles 
among the daughters of Lycomedes, and she, 
her tunic girt up to her silver knee, 
counterfeited the form of Artemis. 
Again their lips met close, for the inappeasable hunger 
of passion yet devoured them. 
'Twere easier to tear apart two vine stems 
that have grown round each other for years 
than to separate them as they kiss and with their opposed 
arms knot their pliant limbs in a close embrace. 
Thrice blessed he, my love, who is entwined by such fetters, 
thrice blessed ! but we must burn far from each other.