I know not what to do, my mind is divided
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms