The moon was saddened. Dreaming of weeping seraphs,
The moon w sad. Dreaming of weeping seraphs,
Bow in hand, amid the stillness of gossamer flowers,
amid the stillness of gossamer flowers,
The faint tones they drew from their viols,
White sobs gliding over the blossom’s azure heart
hite sobs liing over the blue her
– It was the blessed day of your first kiss.
t was the blessed day of your first kiss.
My reverie, taking pleasure in my pain,
ving ure my i
Knowingly intoxicated me with the fragrance of sadness
nowingly intoxicated me with the fragrance of sadness
That itself, with neithersorrownor bitterness,
hat witht rr or ere
Abandons the harvesting of a Dream to the heart that has gleaned it.
te esting of a Dream to the heart that led it.
I was wandering, then, my eye fixed on the ancient cobbles
I was wandering, then, my eye fixed on the cobbles
When, with the sun in your hair, and in the evening light of the street,
hen, with the sun n your hair, and in the evening light of the street,
You appeared to me, laughing,
ou appeared to me, laughing,
And I thought I had seen the fairy, its head garlanded with light,
nd I thought I had seen the fairy, s head garlanded with light,
Who all that time ago passed over the enchanted array of namelessdesires andunheard-ofdelights.
that ago passed over the enchanted ra of m indued ih
ever letting white bouquets of perfumed stars
fall like snow from his half-closed hands.
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