The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.