Even pain pricks to livelier living.
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
May is much sunshine through small leaves.
Everything mortal has moments immortal
Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.