Ode To Immorality

Although the glow that
once was so bright
today be forever hidden from my eyes. Although my eyes no longer
can you see that pure flash
That in my youth dazzled me

Although nothing can do
return the hour of splendor in the grass,
of the glory in the flowers,
we must not grieve
why beauty always subsists in the memory … In that first
sympathy that having
been once,
it will be forever
in the comforting thoughts
that sprouted from human suffering,
and in the faith that looks through the
death. Thanks to the human heart,
by which we live,
thanks to their tenderness, their
joys and their fears, the humblest flower when it blooms,
can inspire me ideas that often
they show too deep
for tears.