One midnight of may, in all my tears and dismay Whilst facing the smooth curves of my sonnets A voice called out from my window, so sweet and so slow Which reminds me of my muse, my Janette.
The moon shone before my death, My chest shortens my breath Can you come visiting? Empty dark laid before me, It is not my choice to flee Would you try to save me?
Alone sitting in the moonlight, alone in the gadding starlight In the grass of wrath I am kneeling Perhaps crying and agonising my painful unbearing Why must she go in death a-sailing?
An Evening filled with humid air Is the setting of this poem As my heart reeled with romance to her That vile vision of an astounding angelic maiden Oh, how long have I gazed at her!
Sunset of deep december, a slumber for sweet summer A shining and beautiful dagger appeared as a lady; She was sublime like the gods of olympus; She shook the verge of the hole of my sanity;