O shining star of day,
I once had wandered
Before thy shade
In an irksome way.
O heaven, childish
Breast, that which I
Can feel the stupor of lust
Within a panoramic wish!
O birth that glows afar
Like the canton of poets,
Shining, troubling my conscious
Pride of prophecy everlasting!
I once had wandered
Before thy shade
In an irksome way.
O heaven, childish
Breast, that which I
Can feel the stupor of lust
Within a panoramic wish!
O birth that glows afar
Like the canton of poets,
Shining, troubling my conscious
Pride of prophecy everlasting!