IMAGES
I
Like a gondola of green scented fruits
Drifting along the dank canals at Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered my desolate city.
II
The blue smoke leaps
Like swirling clouds of birds vanishing.
So my love leaps forth towards you,
Vanishes and is renewed.
III
A rose-yellow moon in a pale sky
When the sunset is faint vermilion
In the mist among the tree-boughs,
Art thou to me.
IV
As a young beech-tree on the edge of a forest
Stands still in the evening
Yet shudders through all its leaves in the light air
And seems to fear the stars—
So are you still and so tremble.
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