To where each morn the spring restores, Companion of her flight I'd fly.

No radiant smile his dying peace restores, No love, nor fame, nor friendship, heals his wound.

Thus, the more she gives the more she resumes; and she is never exhausted, provided they who cultivate her restore to her what she has given.

thou canst not give me back, With fruitless grief, what I enjoyed before; No more than seas, repenting of a wreck, Can with a calm our buried wealth restore.

I hasten now, Together with my virgin-train, to bathe The goddess' image in the sea, and there With solemn rites its purity restore.