To keep me from the chill of the cold deep, love lends his aid, hot in my eager breast. The nearer I approach, and the nearer draw the shores, and the less of the way remains, the greater my joy to hasten on. When in truth I can be seen as well as see, by your glance you straightway give me heart, and make me strong. Now, too, I strain in my course to give pleasure to my lady, and toss my arms in the stroke for you to see. Your nurse can scarce stay you from rushing down into the tide — for I saw this, too, and you did not cheat my eye. Yet, though she held you as you went, she could not keep you from wetting your foot at the water’s edge. You welcome me with your embrace, share happy kisses with me — kisses, O ye great gods, worth seeking across the deep! — and from your own shoulders you strip the robes to give them over to me, and dry my hair all dripping with the rain of the sea.