Then thus the bride: What fury seized on thee, Unhappy man! to lose thyself and me? Dragged back again by cruel destinies, An iron slumber shuts my swimming eyes. And now farewell! Involv'd in shades of night, For ever I am ravish'd from thy sight. In vain I reach my feeble hands to join In sweet embraces—ah! no longer thine! Book IV, lines 494–498 (translated by John Dryden).