When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.