“But close by the girl,
who gladly clung to me,
The full moon quivered
limpid on the water,
Something at once
unraveled there and lo,
Before me was a woman
clothed in moonlight.
The cool light trembled
in her godlike visage,
In her deep jet-black
eyes and golden hair”
...
“And now at last the shore:
I laid her head
Upon the strand with joy,
but she was dead.”
“The Cretan”, D.Solomos, 1833