If thou should'st fly from me farther than Ethiopia's Island

If thou should'st fly from me farther than Ethiopia's island,

Love would lend me his wings thither to bear me to thee;

If thou should'st reach the clear dawn, like thee all rosy and glowing,

Though the vast space intervene thee would I follow afoot.

And if I send thee this pearl of the ocean, receive it with kindness,

Gift of the goddess fair, sprung from the foam of the sea;

Who no longer exults in the pride of her beauty excelling,

Seeing herself surpassed, maiden, in brightness by thee.