To save me from the danger that may come,
I hide myself within you. When you go
from gulf to cloud, you don't even know
the many kings who've fallen. Then some
horrid hell assails you, rises up from
the depths of the mind; vile things slowly
take your hands, the passionate Sun glows
on the lip of the horizon. You're the sum
of my long weary life, and I can't touch
you without trembling. I love you so much,
but are you willing to lay the ripe plum
before me? As the strange news rushes
about us, I breathe humbly and I trust
that, like the great morning, you'll come.
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