"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam, I'll bring back to thy child his strength and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
"I flow in man's heart as ambrosia flows; The grain the eternal Sower casts in the sod—
From our first loves the first fair verse arose, Flower-like aspiring to the heavens and God!"
Pluvioso, irritado contra la ciudad entera,
De su urna, en grandes oleadas vierte un frío tenebroso
Sobre los pálidos habitantes del vecino cementerio …