He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.