Consider the lovers: see, when they start confessing what they have done, what liars they become !

You whom I do not tell that at night
I lie and weep,
whose nature leaves me ready to sleep
as a cradle might ---
you who say nought when when you lie awake
for my sake,
how would it be if we bore
this glory and more
in our heart ?

You render me lonely.
I find you in other things.
For a while it is you,
and then it is the wings
of the breeze,
or a fragrance that comes 
to me.
In their arms I lost them,
body and soul,
but you,
you only,
are born ever anew:
because I never held you,
now I hold you.