From head to foot I became colder than snow,
And sweat like watery dew dripped from my brow.
I couldn’t utter a sound, not so much as the whimper
That babies make, calling in sleep to their mothers.
My whole fair body went rigid, stiff as a doll’s.Learn, lady Moon, how my love came about.
—
Theocritus, Idyll 2
tr. Anthony Verity
