Classic Poem

(excerpt)

Who are you, oh mysterious star,
so timid and sad among a thousand stars,
that when gazing at your uncertain splendor
I feel the beating of my heart disturbed?

Is your light perchance a mournful memory
of another older radiance, now lost,
when, deceived like me, you believed
eternal your now-past happiness?

Perhaps Hope, with its golden dreams,
caressed your pure youthful days,
and your first light poured into the world
glory and peace, and love, and happiness.

Perchance your light, oh magic star,
protector of mystery and of pleasure,
shone on the triumph of the primal love
that perfumed Paradise with its glory.

And it was your voluptuous and tender light
that, gliding among the flowers there,
inspired the soul with eternal longing
for everlasting love and endless joy.

Alas! soon after, happiness and joy
turned into tears and misfortune,
a somber mist covered your splendor,
and in the heart only a memory remained.

And now you gaze at me sadly,
and your beam is a dart of sorrow
If you still inspire love in my heart,
it is a love with no more hope.