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THE park is filled with night and fog, / The veils are drawn about the world, / The drowsy lights along the paths / Are dim and pearled.
Gold and gleaming the empty streets, / Gold and gleaming the misty lake, / The mirrored lights like sunken swords, / Glimmer and shake.
Oh, is it not enough to be / Here with this beauty over me? / My throat should ache with praise, and I / Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.
Oh, beauty are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love / With youth, a singing voice and eyes / To take earth's wonder with surprise? / Why have I put off my pride, / Why am I unsatisfied, / I for whom the pensive night / Binds her cloudy hair with light, / I for whom all beauty burns / Like incense in a million urns? / Oh, beauty, are you not enough? / Why am I crying after love?