Intermissa, Venus, diu
rursus bella moves? parce precor, precor.
non sum qualis eram bonae
sub regno Cinarae.

Desine, dulcium
mater saeva Cupidinum,
circa lustra decem flectere mollibus
iam durum imperiis: abi,
quo blandae iuvenum te revocant preces.

Tempestivius in domum
Pauli purpureis ales oloribus
comissabere Maximi,
si torrere iecur quaeris idoneum.

Namque et nobilis et decens
et pro sollicitis non tacitus reis
et centum puer artium
late signa feret militiae tuae.

Et quandoque potentior
largi muneribus riserit aemuli,
Albanos prope te lacus
ponet marmoream sub trabe citrea.

Illic plurima naribus
duces tura, lyraeque et Berecyntiae
delectabere tibiae
mixtis carminibus non sine fistula;

illic bis pueri die
numen cum teneris virginibus tuum
laudantes pede candido
in morem Salium ter quatient humum.

Me nec femina nec puer
iam nec spes animi credula mutui
nec certare iuvat mero
nec vincire novis tempora floribus.

Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur
manat rara meas lacrima per genas?
cur facunda parum decoro
inter verba cadit lingua silentio?

Nocturnis ego somniis
iam captum teneo, iam volucrem sequor
te per gramina Martii
campi, te per aquas, dure, volubilis.

Gray eyes and gold hair, 
Who remembers you were fair,
When on middle earth you were 
Gray Eyes? 

You were half a fairy then: 
Are you claimed of them again, 
Now you've gone beyond my ken, 
Gray Eyes? 

Sailing over perilous seas, 
Dreaming under rowan-trees; 
Quiet heart and quiet hand, 
Are you back in Fairyland, 
Gray Eyes?

You were cold as winter snow 
To the soul that sought to know, 
Creed and whimsy old and new, 
Heights and deeps and dreams of you, 
Gray Eyes? 

Are you kinder now my feet 
Lose your track in lane and street, 
For all time, O cold and sweet 
Gray Eyes? 

Do you wish that you could set 
Me the lesson to forget 
That our souls had ever met,
Gray Eyes? 

Much I sowed and naught I reap,
Come and give me dreams to keep — 
Be not as of old you were,
Cold as death, as void of care,
Gray Eyes? 

Nay, but come without the change, 
I should find the warm heart strange. 
Come to me, as cold as snow — 
For I loved you thus, you know,
Gray Eyes.