Stricken With Dear Memory

The last sweet refuge of my troubled eyes

Is simply this: where bends the drought of feeling

That epic signature, always new!

 

So shall I love, injured to beauty

Alive to the embrace of youth

Whose sweetheart is the attempt

 

To live and love as the returning Moon!

What has destroyed some other men!

Coward women, they let their hearts take stone!

 

My life is simple, my love is pure

Time melts a thousand diamonds

And I miss the weeping of the rain

 

My heart, the living memory of

All who have ever loved, ever lost and won.