Now, by the horrors which these realms surround, By the vast chaos of these depths profound, By the sad silence, which eternal reigns O’er all the waste of these wide-stretching plains, Let me again Eurydice receive, Let fate her quick-spun thread of life reweave. All our possessions are but loans from you, And soon or late you must be paid your due; Hither we haste to humankind’s last seat, Your endless empire, and our sure retreat. She too, when ripen’d years she shall attain, Must, of avoidless right, be yours again. I but the transient use of that require, Which soon, too soon, I must resign entire. But if the destinies refuse my vow, And no remission of her doom allow, Know, I’m determined to return no more; So both retain, or both to life restore.”