Capitolo 17
With a chaste and it softened the shine
As the light of a distant star!
And where this marvelous castle is,
With his/her rich emblazonings,
Of who pomp overcomes till now
The houses of the greatest kings?
Goes out with me to morning
And it lies in the lawn-grass,
And it lifts Your eyes to the blue one of ether,
And you will see him/it pass.
There! You don't see the battlement;
And the turrets grandiose and tall,
Of who tall tops are furnished of point with clouds,
Is it lost in the sky that furnishes of arcade?
Dear friend, you are only dreaming,
Your so grandiose and equitable castle
It is only a fantastic structure,--
A castle in the air.
By chance you are right. I don't know
If a ghost that can be;
But in my intimate heart, I still feel,
How alive, and the lives for me.
For when clouds and the obscurity are you round off me,
And my heart is heavy with care,
I compete away me from the noisy crowd,
To correctly indulge in my castle.
There are servants to make my offer;
There are servants to keep in mind of my call;
And me, with the air of a master of the pride,
You/he/she can walk at times through the room.
And I don't envy the monarchs
With city under their hesitation;
For it is not me, in mine own right,
A proud monarch as them?
What a matter, then if to others
My castle that a ghost can be,
From when I feel, in the depths of mine really heart,
What it is not so to me?
APPLE-FLOWER.
I sit in the apple-branches shade,
In the closing of fragrant orchard,
And around me the perfumed air is floating,
With his wave-as flows of the tide.
I close my eyes in a dreamy beatitude,
And he/she doesn't call king my peer;
For it is not this the rare one, sweet time,
The time that blooms some year?
I lie on a couch of downy grass,
With delicate it is in flower strewn,
And I feel the beats some heart of Nature
Of answer to mine really.
Oh, the world is equitable, and God is good,
That life of so expensive maketh;
For it is not this the rare one, sweet time,
The time that blooms some year?