MY HEART ACCORDS NOT WITH THIS WORLD

Translated, from Ramond, by Sir Tollemache Sinclair. In Nature's bosom I'm alone, displeased and sad, When all sing love to my eyes quite unmoved and cold, All's dead, the wave, the shade, and e'en the verdure glad, My heart no more accords with this sad world, I'm told.

Uplift thyself, my soul, to th'azure vault so pure. To heaven sublime the unknown way quick take, Pursue in space the coloured vapours which allure. By day's last rays, calm as a beauteous lake. Thyself free from rebellious sense so keen, Leap o'er thy mortal barrier to the realms above, 0 fly, my soul, to that eternal vault serene, Thou, holocaust, escaped from all fierce flames of love.

LinUBS ET SOURIRKS 44S