Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
What cannot be said will be wept.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.