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|I feel pale and I shiver.
What power of the moonlight
Tremulous under the river
Thus pains me with delight?
What spell told by the moon
Unlooses all my soul?
O speak to me! I swoon!
I fade from life's control!
I am a far spirit, een
In the felt place of me.
O river too serene
For my tranquillity!
O ache somehow of living!
O sorrow for something!
O moon‑pain the sense‑giving
That I am fairy[1] king
In some spell‑bound realm mute,
In a lunar land lone!
O ache as of a dying flute
When we would have't play on!|
Fernando Pessoa
[1] fairy /vainly\
