Capitolo 62
The music comes on us. . . .it shakes the obscurity,
It shakes the obscurity in our minds. . . .
It is suddenly bright figures the filling the obscurity,
Down the white auction of their light they cross the obscurity,
It is in our hearts a dazzling dream it develops. . .
Takes my hand, then walks with me
From the unfathomable and slow crashings of a sea
Down miles on miles to shine sand of mirrorlike,--
Takes my hand
And once more it walks with me crumbling walls;
On mildewing steps where ivy grey-furnished of stem grabs on,
To feel forgotten bells as falls in the evening,
Slowly rippling invisibly himself/herself/itself above of us their rings widening. . . .
Did it love me once? Did it bear a name?
Was it standing once in front of me without the shame? . . .
Takes my hand: Your face is one whom I know,
I loved him, a long time ago:
You are as music, long forgotten, suddenly comes to mind;
You are as spring returned through snow.
Once, I know, I walked with you in light of the stars,
And I slept a lot of nights and dreamed of You;
Comes, I/you/he/she allow us than once more to climb these steps of light of the stars,
This brook midnight of cloud-flung the blue one! . . .
Music murmurs under of us likes a sea,
It is faints to a ghostly whisper. . . Comes with me.
Still it is you doubtful of me--halfhearted still,
Terrible, perhaps, that I can still remember
Thing you are able gladly, if you were able, do you forget?
You is unfaithful once, you met Your person in love;
Still in Your heart You bear that has red-looked at brand;
And I was silent,--you you still remember my silence. . .
You knew, as me, I could not kill him/it,
Neither it touches him/it with warm hands, neither he/she anchors with hate.
No, and it was not you I saw with anger.
Instead, I of rose and I struck to the fate steel-bulwark,
Weeping up to me I set exhausted, ill, unfriended,
That life, seeming so sure and it loves, so certain,
You/he/she should loosen such makeups, is so suddenly ended,
You encircle down so suddenly an unlooked-for curtain.
As it was able me I find him/it in my heart to hurt her/it,