No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
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.