Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.