Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.