Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
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!
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.