Blandula tenula vagula (Angol)
What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise? Will we not rather , when our freedom‘s won Get us to some clear place wherein the sun Let drift in on us through the olive leaves A liquid glory? If at Sirmio My soul, I meet thee, when this life‘s outrun Will we not find some headland consecrated By aery apostles of terrene delight Be not our cult be fouded on the waves Clear sapphire, cobalt, cyanine On triune azures, the impalpable Mirrors unstill of the eternal change?
Soul, if She meet us the, will any rumour Of havens more high and court desirable Lure us beyond the cloudy peak of Riva? Feltöltő | P. T. |
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