All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.