Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees