Above the stricken, suffering man there glow
Far azure plains of unimagined bliss
Which draw his dreaming spirit like the abyss.
O pure, beloved Goddess, even so
Over smoked wrecks of stupid scenes of shame
Brighter and rosier thy sweet memory
Hovers before my wide eyes hauntingly.
The sun has dimmed and charred the candles’ flame,
And thus, my glorious all-conquering one,
Thy shade is peer to the immortal Sun.
