Capitolo 56
We owe to be serving him/it as anything worshipt;
But is it to a man we kneel there? No, no;
But to our his/her own job, we made to turn on to the blaze!
Or, him bravely taken. There is not quite now anything
So rare, such wild adventure of the joyfulness,
As looking at love for you in a beginning of man;--
To see the sight of You pour in his/her senses
Likes down gulpt of the brandy from a frozen man,
A thing that works, while burning on his/her blood;
To see holding him to it firm against
The sudden strength of savageness that strikes in him!
Or what is waiting for my life, finally
Starts, I believe: I have turned a man
To a power not to be calculated; I will be
Held by his/her love as a light thing in a river!
III
Maurice the himself_ of _by.
Be a wonders! Here is this poor thing, Life,
Shaken with he/she works some war without end
The strong meat holds above against the spirit;
And down among the anger--who knows from where?--
It comes to Love, and immediately the mutiny in struggle
Falls calm, unbearably it reproached:
And the whole strength of the life is free for serving
Spirit, under the regency of Love.
The quiet that is me! The bright peace!
Instead of smoke and dusts, the peace of Love!
I didn't really know that that a life of tumult
You/he/she has been, and as rebel, cultivates this peace
Come shining down! And I have still seen things,
And it felt things that were oddly intending this,--
To oddly tell me that life can be everybody
A power an unperturbed perfect honour,--
Midday waters that it plays among hills,
Or clear of moon it lost among enormous curds of cloud;--
But he/she never knew me it is only Love
You/he/she can dominate the noise of the life to paradisiacal quiet.
Ah, Giovanna if you wither hooks, you shalts have
Never from me on purity of thy
The least touch of that anxious moral lowness, known,
For the shame you/he/she is disguising, from the name of Love
More wickedly; you shalts don't have need to fear
Aught from my love, for certainly you shalts know
It is a love that it almost fears bitter thee.