There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.