Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
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Anonymous translation from the Italian IF every man’s internal care The fatal secret, when revealed, |
Exhilaration — is within — |
I hide myself within my flower, |
I saw the wind within her |
New feet within my garden go, |
The Brain, within its Groove |
The Lamp burns sure — within — |
The mob within the heart |
To own the Art within the Soul |