Antero Tarquinio de Quental
Despair - Poem by Antero Tarquinio de Quental
Fly on misfortune's wing as black as night,
You thought of love, your shadow of an hour
That I embraced delirious in my tower.
Fly as a windswept cloud, and pass from sight.
We drive away from us the one with right
To hold our soul with all his strength and power.
Its blood refre,shes, bids him to devour
As friends may share the chatice shining bright.
Let hope be but a dream, or even less;
Although it always comes with pain and dole,
Deceiving all except misfortune's scope.
If suffering silently were but redress!
Wrap up within yourself, my own sad soul,
Perhaps there may be fortune, without hope.
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