[Madhattermya]

i hope, with eyes open; I covered half of the earthy desert Behind it hides my steps Many vanity and some remorse; I have lived to feel the pride of spirits Anchored to one another as the hand glove I flushed the castle of love I never disbelieved him, yet my heart Never refused to love, the only mortal thing Whose value is eternal, immortal; I never had in mind the errors, Sing wastes terrors Unworthy of a serious song; And love is my reward.