Sleep, sleep, my sweet one sleep
Let the film of Morpheus come
Like a veiled mist
And visit your eye-lids
...
A mantle of colored amethyst
Over the port to slowly glide seems
Slowly, slowly, slowly
Like passing clouds
...
A barge mysterious in the thick of night
Sailed slowly to the somber shore
Beneath the ramparts of the dreaming fort
How silent how austere how still
...
The days pass.
And so they do
Relentless.
I only succumb
...
The evening was in
Breeze
And a cluster of nightingales
In competition
...
Hard work! Hard work!
Condemned full
All the years of all
My life
...
Send us Minerva a wiser man than me
I dreamt to humanity of Immortality
Of Body plus of Soul already:
Send us great goddess from your head
...
You have
To stretch your hands
My Monsignor
The roof of the gilt cavern
...
Carry the wreaths away
For they shall dry
And wipe your eyes enow
For they shall dry
...