V
Oh! it was rapture and madness once again
To turn our tears to kisses brimming over
The mouths that never were too wide and fain
For lover to hold intercourse with lover.
Ah! we were owls of dusk to doubt the light,
Bats to mistrust the Wolf's tail's holy warning;
"Sorrow endureth maybe for a night,
But joy most surely cometh in the morning".
Joy, ay! what joy poured straight from the high treasure,
The inexhaustible treasure of delight
The gods have poured us, pouring overmeasure
Because we love with all our life and might.
Believe me, it is better than all prayers
To show the gods our love surpasses theirs!
To turn our tears to kisses brimming over
The mouths that never were too wide and fain
For lover to hold intercourse with lover.
Ah! we were owls of dusk to doubt the light,
Bats to mistrust the Wolf's tail's holy warning;
"Sorrow endureth maybe for a night,
But joy most surely cometh in the morning".
Joy, ay! what joy poured straight from the high treasure,
The inexhaustible treasure of delight
The gods have poured us, pouring overmeasure
Because we love with all our life and might.
Believe me, it is better than all prayers
To show the gods our love surpasses theirs!
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