Annora's Ponderings

They well-nigh now had pass’d the bounds of night, 
And just approach’d the margin of the light, 
When he, mistrusting lest her steps might stray, 
And gladsome of the glympse of dawning day, 
His longing eyes, impatient, backward cast 
To catch a lover’s look, but look’d his last; 
For, instant dying, she again descends, 
While he to empty air his arms extends. 

- Ovid, Metamorphoses X: ‘The Story of Orpheus and Eurydice’ (extract)

(Image: ‘Orpheus and Eurydice’ by George Frederick Watts)