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How much these lines remind me of wonderful Safo's poem...φαινεται μοι...
Argonautica, Liber III, 965-972 by Apollonius Rhodius
...But soon he appeared to her longing eyes, striding along loftily,
like Sirius coming from Ocean,
which rises fair and clear to see,
but brings unspeakable mischief to flocks;
thus then did Aeson's son come to her, fair to see,
but the sight of him brought love-sick care.
Her heart fell from out her bosom, and a dark mist came over her eyes,
and a hot blush covered her cheeks.
And she had no strength to lift her knees backwards or forwards,
but her feet beneath were rooted to the ground;
and meantime all her handmaidens had drawn aside.
So they two stood face to face without a word, without a sound,
like oaks or lofty pines, which stand quietly side by side on the mountains
when the wind is still; then again, when stirred by the breath of the wind,
they murmur ceaselessly; so they two were destined to tell out all their tale,
stirred by the breath of Love.
(Translation by R.C. Seaton)
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