And the sea, that earlier stirred like boiling
liquid,
Became still and everywhere spread calm and quiet,
Like a fragrant flower bed reflecting stars
bright;
A certain secret mystery embraced all of nature
Adorning it with beauty and peace like a quiet
pasture.
In the sky there was no breath, on the sea the
blowing
Wind was gentle as a bee’s brush of a flower in
its flying…
And before me, lo, appeared she, dressed in the
moon.
The cool light trembled in front of her divine
sight,
In her dark eyes and in her golden hair so bright.
I gazed at her, wretched me, she gazed at me
intently.
Thought to myself I had seen her, way back in the
past
Perhaps in a church painted by an artist
unsurpassed…
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