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To Himself

 Now will you rest forever,
My tired heart.
Dead is the last deception, That I thought eternal.
Dead.
Well I feel In us the sweet illusions, Nothing but ash, desire burned out.
Rest forever.
You have Trembled enough.
Nothing is worth Thy beats, nor does the earth deserve Thy sighs.
Bitter and dull Is life, there is nought else.
The world is clay.
Rest now.
Despair For the last time.
To our kind, Fate Gives but death.
Now despise Yourself, nature, the sinister Power that secretly commands our common ruin, And the infinite vanity of everything.
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To the Moon

 Oh gracious moon, now as the year turns,
I remember how, heavy with sorrow,
I climbed this hill to gaze on you,
And then as now you hung above those trees
Illuminating all.
But to my eyes Your face seemed clouded, temulous From the tears that rose beneath my lids, So painful was my life: and is, my Dearest moon; its tenor does not change.
And yet, memory and numbering the epochs Of my grief is pleasing to me.
How welcome In that youthful time -when hope's span is long, And memory short -is the remembrance even of Past sad things whose pain endures.
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Infinite

 These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances.
I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought.
Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image.
In the inner shadows I lose myself, drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.