How grave thou lookest, loved one! wherefore so?
⁠Thy marble image seems a type of thee;
⁠Like it, no sign of life thou givest me;
Compared with thee, the stone appears to glow.

Behind his shield in ambush lurks the foe,
⁠The friend's brow all unruffled we should see.
⁠I seek thee, but thou seekest away to flee;
Fixed as this sculptured figure, learn to grow!

Tell me, to which should I the preference pay?
⁠Must I from both with coldness meet alone?
⁠⁠The one is lifeless, thou with life art blest.
In short, no longer to throw words away,
⁠I'll fondly kiss and kiss and kiss this stone,
⁠⁠Till thou dost tear me hence with envious breast.