Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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.
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.