«Languor-wing flies in the middle of fable, / made breathless by a girl's charms; / tangled in nets of golden wool / Let me die here in your arms.»
«His sweet lids close and shut away / the moan of my young moon song. / My darling, my dying, my light, my sight, / my night my whole day long.»
«The freezing weather of debauchery / has killed the languor-wing of dawn. / The innocent age's light goes out / and the firebirds freeze and fall.»
«Woe-mind, Slow-mind, and No-mind, three sisters, girls / in bridal veils, danced together with wild wails. / They circle, bend, and bind, with arms and legs entwined, / and dissolve in a puddle of maniac curls.»