She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.
Sleeping under your veils, protect us yet. Having forgotten the cruelty day may give! The wine of darkness, wine of the stars let Overwhelm us with love!
How i love your moonstones, those jewels that fall on your breast like tears of light. Beneath the folds of your silvergauze gown I divine the beauty of your naked body.
I listen, dreaming. Your refreshing voice Runs like the water of a spring over moss, Appeasing my old sorrows, my persistent loss. In your virgin sweetness I rejoice.
She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.
Your laughter is light, your caress deep, Your cold kisses love the harm they do; Your eyes—blue lotus waves And the water lilies are less pure than your face.
She embodies all the melancholy of autumn. Her hair is like a glorious halo about her pale brow. She has learned to cherish with mournful tenderness a past she dares not remember.
I listen, dreaming. Your refreshing voice Runs like the water of a spring over moss, Appeasing my old sorrows, my persistent loss. In your virgin sweetness I rejoice.
You will never know how to tarnish the devotion Of my passion for the beauty of women, that my verse acclaims, Changing as the sunsets of summer, changing as the motion Of waves and flames.