Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.