Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.