Soon rendered perfect the ring knitting the rapturous pair. 
Amor’s hands I felt:  he press’d us together with ardour,

And, from the firmament clear, thrice did it thunder; then tears
Stream’d from mine eyes in torrents, thou weptest, I wept, both were weeping,

And, ’mid our sorrow and bliss, even the world seem’d to die. 
Louder and louder they calI’d from the strand; my feet would no longer

Bear my weight, and I cried:—­“Dora! and art thou not mine?”
“Thine forever!” thou gently didst say.  Then the tears we were shedding

Seem’d to be wiped from our eyes, as by the breath of a god. 
Nearer was heard the cry “Alexis!” The stripling who sought me

Suddenly peep’d through the door.  How he the basket snatch’d up! 
How he urged me away! how press’d I thy hand!  Wouldst thou ask me

How the vessel I reach’d?  Drunken I seem’d, well I know. 
Drunken my shipmates believed me, and so had pity upon me;

And as the breeze drove us on, distance the town soon obscur’d. 
“Thine for ever!” thou, Dora, didst murmur; it fell on my senses

With the thunder of Zeus! while by the thunderer’s throne
Stood his daughter, the Goddess of Love; the Graces were standing

Close by her side! so the bond beareth an impress divine! 
Oh then hasten, thou ship, with every favouring zephyr!

Onward, thou powerful keel, cleaving the waves as they foam! 
Bring me unto the foreign harbour, so that the goldsmith

May in his workshop prepare straightway the heavenly pledge! 
Ay, of a truth, the chain shall indeed be a chain, oh my Dora!

Nine times encircling thy neck, loosely around it entwin’d
Other and manifold trinkets I’ll buy thee; gold-mounted bracelets,

Richly and skillfully wrought, also shall grace thy fair hand. 
There shall the ruby and emerald vie, the sapphire so lovely

Be to the jacinth oppos’d, seeming its foil; while the gold
Holds all the jewels together, in beauteous union commingled.

Oh, how the bridegroom exults, when he adorns his betroth’d! 
Pearls if I see, of thee they remind me; each ring that is shown me

Brings to my mind thy fair hand’s graceful and tapering form. 
I will barter and buy; the fairest of all shalt thou choose thee,

Joyously would I devote all of the cargo to thee. 
Yet not trinkets and jewels alone is thy loved one procuring;

With them he brings thee whate’er gives to a housewife delight. 
Fine and woollen coverlets, wrought with an edging of purple,

Fit for a couch where we both, lovingly, gently may rest;
Costly pieces of linen.  Thou sittest and sewest, and clothest

Me, and thyself, and, perchance, even a third with it too. 
Visions of hope, deceive ye my heart!  Ye kindly Immortals,

Soften this fierce-raging flame, wildly pervading my breast! 
Yet how I long to feel them again, those rapturous torments.