PROLONG THE NIGHT

Prolong the night, Goddess to whom wo yearnRemove from us the gold-sandalled dawn, Already on the sea, the first twilight s

Are taken away on their wing.

Let us boware yet, in voiled slumber

Having forgotten the cruelty of day

That the wine of shadow and the wine of the stars

Fill to the brim with love!

Since no one knows what dawn arises,

Bringing the grey prophesy with his hands, Wo tromblo 'fore day and our dream

Fears the morrow.

Ah! Watching the hand on our closed eyelids Recalling in vain the sweetness we created, Goddess, whom pleasures the ruin of roses, Prolong the night!

SONNET TO THE ANDRO GYNE

Thy regal youth has the melancholy

Of the North where the fog obliterates the colors, You bring dissention and desire to tears,

Grave as Hamlet, pale as Ophelia.

Thou passeth in the flesh as one madness

As she, extravagant of song and the flowers,

And under the arrogance hiding your sorrows

ithout which fi xity of your glance is forgotten.

Mouse, blonde lover, or in fancy, a dark love,

Your twofold attiro, as like a double lodestone, And your flesh yearns now with a taper's cold ardor.

My heart distressed in pain when I see

Your calm princely brow and virgin blue eye

Now the one, then the other, and both to the occasion.

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