'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind?
What bare excuses makest thou to be gone!
I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind
Shall cool the heat of this descending sun:
I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs;
If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears.
神女诘男稚且燥?
“如此骤离无籍口!
我呼仙气柔风到,
落日余热即当走:
吾当舒发做阴凉;