My dearest friend where
are you roaming now?
Among what starry reaches
can I find
My happiest, noblest,
companion; how
Are you my brave? Now all
good things remind
My suffering heart of
your absence.
The finest, most joyous,
pleasant being,
All lights ignited around
whose presence,
Which warmed as it gave
the sense of seeing.
Hear me! my friend, do
not in silence shy
Your overwhelmingly
beautiful face
From beaming on mine
anymore or fly
Away from my welcome,
send a trace
Towards this direction a
little, speak!
O speak and tell me your
news, also stay
To hear of what has
passed with me lately,
Or better, for my spirit
passing pray
Ensuring together that we
may be,
Not for a short time but
for lengths of time
As before, and make a
passage to joy,
Which I invoke by
struggled lag of rhyme,
Let us laugh again, my
most precious boy.
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