Children they fain would beget, feeding them well as they can.Traveller, mark this well, and when thou art home, do thou likewise!
But they remain everIn firmness unshakenRound tables all-golden.On stride they from mountainTo mountain far distant:From out the abysses'Dark jaws, the breath risesOf torment-choked TitansUp tow'rds them, like incenseIn light clouds ascending.
E'en in the fairest Summer night;But Amor came with glance of fire,--
Wherefore should I feel oppress'd?
Far on the breadth of the couch, leaving her hand still in mineHeartfelt love unites us for ever, and yearnings unsullied,
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope.Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest,And say, that as on high her figure changeth,So, upon earth, my joy decays and grows.And whisper in her ear with modest softness,How doubt oft hung its head, and truth oft wept.And oh ye thoughts, distrustfully inclined,If ye are therefore by the loved one chided,Answer: 'tis true ye change, but alter not,As she remains the same, yet changeth ever.Doubt may invade the heart, but poisons not,For love is sweeter, by suspicion flavour'd.If it with anger overcasts the eye,And heaven's bright purity perversely blackens,Then zephyr-sighs straight scare the clouds away,And, changed to tears, dissolve them into rain.Thought, hope, and love remain there as before,Till Cynthia gleams upon me as of old.
OUR rides in all directions bend,
And backward run a step in haste,
This be my pride,--this, life to me!