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.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

What cannot be said will be wept.

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.