translated by Jane Minot Sedgwick
Galatea slammed her door
In my face, and furthermore
Added scorn thereto.
How is it that people say
Scornful words drive love away?
Mine but greater grew.
At first, in wrath, I did but swear
I would not see her for a year;
Alas! that was last night.
The folly of my oath I learned,
When as a suppliant I returned
To her at morning light.