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Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,

So long from Mitylene,

Where now thy restless lover

Wearies for thy coming?

A fever burns me, Phaon; 5

My knees quake on the threshold,

And all my strength is loosened,

Slack with disappointment.

But thou wilt come, my Phaon,

Back from the sea like morning, 10

To quench in golden gladness

The ache of parted lovers.