Oh! this happiness, sometimes so rare and frail
that it frightens us!
In vain we hush our voices, and make of all your
hair a tent to shelter us; often the anguish in
our hearts flows over.
But our love, being like a kneeling angel, begs
and supplicates that the future give to others
than ourselves a like affection and life, so that
their fate may not be envious of ours.
And, too, on evil days, when the great evenings
extend to heaven the bounds of despair, we ask
forgiveness of the night that kindles with the
gentleness of our heart.