The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

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

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.

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

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!