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CURA SUI.
You may stay or you may travel
In search of ease or pelf,
Yet you never shall unravel
The tangle of yourself;
You may climb the skyward mountain,—
One with you shall ride,
You may dive beneath the fountain;—
He'll be at your side:
Be it up, be it down,
Be it waste or town,
You may fly from child or wife, but he'll be ne'er denied.
In search of ease or pelf,
Yet you never shall unravel
The tangle of yourself;
You may climb the skyward mountain,—
One with you shall ride,
You may dive beneath the fountain;—
He'll be at your side:
Be it up, be it down,
Be it waste or town,
You may fly from child or wife, but he'll be ne'er denied.
Where the shepherd lads are calling
On the windswept down,
When the twilight closes, falling
O'er the white-walled town:
You may lose your heart in wonder
At the low-hung starry sphere,
He will chide the merry blunder
Saying, I am here.
You may wave a threatening arm:
He will plead, I meant no harm,
When you flout me, when you spurn me, you are doubly dear.
On the windswept down,
When the twilight closes, falling
O'er the white-walled town:
You may lose your heart in wonder
At the low-hung starry sphere,
He will chide the merry blunder
Saying, I am here.
You may wave a threatening arm:
He will plead, I meant no harm,
When you flout me, when you spurn me, you are doubly dear.
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Oh never seek to move him;
He is all too strong:
If you say you do not love him,
You do him wrong.
Yet there's a certain potion
Lies at your door,
If he feel that sacred motion
You shall chide him nevermore.
He will fly, he will run,
He will scale the sun,
And the more you seek to stay him he will sing and soar.
He is all too strong:
If you say you do not love him,
You do him wrong.
Yet there's a certain potion
Lies at your door,
If he feel that sacred motion
You shall chide him nevermore.
He will fly, he will run,
He will scale the sun,
And the more you seek to stay him he will sing and soar.
Pontresina, 1891.
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