Mai vii si astazi? Mila iar Te poarta,
De sus, spre staulul din Bethleem?
Din lume n-ai cules destul blestem?
Iubirea Ta nici astazi nu e moarta?
Spre duhuri vii, cu ingeri de lumina,
Spre inimi vii cu stralucit alai,
Si-n iesle nu e nici un fir de .....

You smiled, you spoke and I believed,
By every word and smile- deceived.

Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I- what I hoped before.

But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

TRUE Love is founded in rocks of Remembrance
In stones of Forbearance and mortar of pain.
The workman lays wearily granite on granite,
And bleeds for his castle, 'mid sunshine and rain.

Love is not velvet, not all of it velvet,
Not all of it .....

She beat the happy pavèment--
By such a star made firmament,
Which now no more the roof envìes!
But swells up high, with Atlas even,
Bearing the brighter nobler heaven,
And, in her, all the deities.

Each step trod out a Lover's .....

Morning, a glass door, flashes
Gold names off the new city,
Whose white shelves and domes travel
The slow sky all day.
I land to stay here;
And the windows flock open
And the curtains fly out like doves
And a past dries in a wind.

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