This to my bold strong mind: go ahead, make
beautiful images endlessly, but
restrain the flow so my intense pleasure
does not renew my anguish, oh don't let
these lovely dreams torture me. Be content
with quiet joy, just that amount that gives
strength, tranquillity against the evils
to come, to meet them undaunted--death too.
While the pleasure lasts, the hunger ceases,
with the darkness my anxieties grow.
when his light is taken from me again.
Loneliness haunts me. If only only the rapture
could remove the grief--but to bear all I
have sustained has used up what strength I had.
B A2:47:79. In MS Ve2. Key