With all my exultations clear and bright
In perpetual notes exceeding delight
A complete intensive ravenous joy
Fulfilling passions of an awe struck boy;
There my castle standing a waiting bride
Unveiled for the sole pleasure of my eye.
This my home, this towering loveliness
Redounding beauty by its own excess,
Untouched, unsullied, a virgin priestess
Standing alone on its virtuous isle
With a delicious petulant smile
Unfolding itself, each new glory seen
Stoked by bluing skies atop hills of green.
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I would like to translate this poem
It seems that the life of a knight is more difficult than the life of a pirate! Rum heals everything! Great poem
Tis true! The knight is in love with the Queen, the pirate with the sea. Who can be most true, the Queen or the Sea?