Then sigh’d, and said, “This I too well foreknew, And my prophetic fears presaged too true: ’Twas what I begg’d, when with a bleeding heart I took my leave, and suffer’d thee to part; Or I to go along, or thou to stay, Never, ah! never, to divide our way! Happier for me, that all our hours assign’d Together we had lived, ev’n not in death disjoin’d! So had my Ceyx still been living here, Or with my Ceyx I had perish’d there; Now I die absent, in the vast profound, And me, without myself, the seas have drown’d. The storms were not so cruel: should I strive To lengthen life, and such a grief survive; But neither will I strive, nor wretched thee In death forsake, but keep thee company: If not one common sepulchre contains Our bodies, or one urn our last remains, Yet Ceyx and Alcyone shall join, Their names remember’d in one common line.”