I smiled when the thick darkness of my own
Began to languish before my young eyes,
I bursted then throughout my lovely dawn
And sent my keen innocence to the skies.
Until at noon, I lost my heed somewhere
Between my lust and my sparkling dust,
The hasty dusk hit my note unaware
Hence I saw, in choking awe, my dim crust.
A flowering Grand Duke Of Tuscany
You fairly stood on my darkening soil,
Oh what remedy, to my eyes and me
What consoling oil, to my tough turmoil.
How deceitful our mind, when we rejoice,
Yet my peace I find, in your scent and voice.
