I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?
There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of mankind.