Don’t Cast Away
Don’t cast away. This handful passion of the bygone day, Which flows like running water soft and light. Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain, At dead of night, In pine-clad mountain, As vague as sighs, but you, Should e’er be true. The moon is still so bright; Beyond the hills the lamp sheds the same light. The sky besprinkled with star upon star, But I do not know where you are. It seems You hang above like dreams. You ask the dark night to give back your word, But its echo is heard And buried though unseen Deep, deep in the ravine
