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In the Roman Campagna. 1787
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Just like a bird that perches on a branch
Within a lovely wood, inhaling freedom,
Enjoying the gentle air all undisturbed.
On outspread wings and singing then he glides
Onward from tree to tree, from bush to bush
In the calm water of the love-nights
Where you were conceived, where you have conceived,
A strange feeling comes over you
When you see the silent candle burning.
No longer caught up in the obsession of darkness,
A desi for higher love-making
Sweeps you upward.
Finally distance does not make you falter,
Flying, soaring, arriving in magic
And insane for the light,
You are the moth,
You are gone.
And be willing to die, so that you might liveYou will alwlays walk tis dark earth
A troubled guest, alone. ~ Page 294
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