There shall be a song for both of us that day Though fools say you have long outlived your songs, And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey, You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs,...
Men wondered why I loved you, and none guessed How sweet your slow, divine stupidity, Your look of earth, your sense of drowsy rest, So rich, so strange, so all unlike my sea....
There are those who love, to whom Love brings Great gladness: such thing have not I. Love looks and has no mercy, brings Long doom to others. Such was I....