Fragment #45

#45

O, Phaon, as long as you want me

Faithfully, by your side I will be

My saffron skirt draped to my knee

                   My lyre awaiting

Eternal hope rests in my bosom

I sing my verses to you, I hum

Entrenched—I appear to be numb

                   Anticipating

Your broken promises, they distress

Wound deeply, but I love you no less

Let Boreas blow you to my caress

                   Passion ne’er abating