Love, love, need not you pine your eyes
Need not, look in to the Orient shades
The strange shades of Gods moving
Above in Olympus barely hidden
By the clouds; love, love, need not
You pine except with Bighi lights
Red, red lights that come and go:
Love, love, you need not pine your eyes:
Just let the ancient bastions do that, quite.
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