Near and near yet more near

I want your solid touch

To uphold my breath

To cease the rhythmic beat

I often said.

And that ambrosia I drank

Which ruins my body and my vein

Makes me drowsy and perish pain.

 To sip all the sorrows and pangs

I would rather like to gulp all at once

I would like to pour it whole in me

And that azure which aches my chest

And sear it with it s hunting flame.

Then hear O Cupid

Strike your arrow once again

Stop O Hellios

Take me in your golden chariot

To the distant lands , I never saw.