The moon is grand and heaven's clear
Suffus'd with stars, the earth is dim.
World's soul is upon the air.
I dream about the star supreme.
That one is hardly visible to us,
But that, of which the brilliant voyage,
Which to the whole world will arise,
Be a charm to the eyes of diverse age.
When, once, this star will shine,
The most beauteous and distant,
Pray, tell her: 'my love is thine',
Oh, the last of world existent!
Sully Prudhomme (Translation from French)
@ 2008-08-12 09:09
The Ideal
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