Gustavo Cunha

English poem VI

When I sense thee
 
O’er is my rue.
 
I cannot disbelieve
 
Nor can I indulge
 
in cravings of my soul.
 
Wherefrom comes my desire?
 
From by gone days that haunt me still.
 
Enjoying the joy of deathless raptures,
 
I’th’ future yet to come,
 
I shall weep at the mockery of it al.