[BNP/E3, 31A – 20]

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“Nothing”

em “The Mad Fiddler”

The angels came and sought her.

     They found her by my side,

There where her wings had brought her.

     The angels took her away.

     She had left their home, their God‑bright day

And come by me to abide.

She loved me because love

     Loves but imperfect things.

The angels came from above

     And bore her away from me.

     They bore her away for ever

Between their luminous wings.

'Tis true she was their sister

     And near to God as they.

          But she loved me because

My heart had not a sister.

     They have taken her away

          And this is all there was.

                           Fernando Pessoa