You are as gold 

as the half-ripe grain 

that merges to gold again, 

as white as the white rain 

that beats through 

the half-opened flowers 

of the great flower tufts 

thick on the black limbs 

of an Illyrian apple bough.



  Can honey distill such fragrance 

As your bright hairó

For your face is as fair as rain, 

  yet as rain that lies clear 

  on white honey-comb,

lends radiance to the white wax, 

so your hair on your brow 

casts light for a shadow.