The dark brings vision to mine eyes:
Through my desires they seek their goal.
O nights within my humid soul,
O heart to dreams that open lies!

With azure reveries I bedew
The roses of attempts undone;
My lashes close the gates upon
The longings that will ne'er come true.

My pallid indolent fingers plant
Ever in vain, at close of day,
The emerald bells of hope that lay
Over the purple leaves of want.

Helpless, my soul beholds with dread
The bitter musings of my lips,
Amid the crowding lily-tips:
that this wavering heart were dead!