Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.

We are fastened to a dying animal.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

Love comes in at the eye.

What do we know but that we face one another in this place?

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.