hunched up against the pedestal, lofts tear-
filled eyes towards the pedestal, lifts tear-filled 
eyes towards the immortal goddess. 
And his eyes say: I am the least and the 
most solitary of men; deprived of love and 
friendship, and in that respect how far below 
the least of brutes! Yet I am made, I too, to 
understand and to feel beauty immortal. Ah, 
Goddess, have pity of my sadness, of my 
madness! 
But the implacable Venus looks afar off 
upon I know not what, with marble eyes.