- Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
- The orchards and towns are greedy tonight
- The stars appear like the image of bees
- Of this luminous honey that offends the vines
- For now all sweet in their fall from the sky
- Each ray of moonlight’s a ray of honey
- Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure
- I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee
- that sets these deceptive rays in my hands
- And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds