Hell is a rock. Imagination, setting out its revels, Finds but a reef in the morning light. Show us the caskets of your rich memories Those wonderful jewels of stars and stratosphere. And so, to gladden the cares of our jails, Pass over our spirits, stretched out like canvas, Your memories with their frames of horizons. The glory of sunlight on the violet sea, The glory of cities in the setting sun, Lit in our hearts an uneasy desire To sink in a sky of enticing reflections.
Delight adds power to desire.
Depart, if you must. As in old times we left for China, Eyes fixed in the distance, hair in the winds, We shall embark on that sea of Darkness With the happy heart of a young traveller. Says she whose knees we one time kissed. If sea and sky are both as black as ink, You know our hearts are full of sunshine.