Either at dusk or at dawn,
all hues of emotion rise from the moon.
Though tomorrows cast a spell on our shadows,
life will be beautified by poem-hearted fellows.

Take the night; see how eloquently it wears in black,
and conceive of the beloved of whom there lies a distinct lack.
But the light’s hands lead you to a sighing sight
When your heart manages to separate black from white.

Fight against the realities insofar as you bear to feel blue;
then, on every reflection will appear what is true.
If you happen to let a poem flower in your farm,
your soul will certainly succumb to its charm.

And the moment will come for you to hug the green;
Life will sparkle with the feeling of the age of eighteen.