I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
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!
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.