Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

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.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars