STAIRCASE
Slowly, slowly will you mount this stairway
--A heap of sun-tinged leaves upon your skirts-
And for a while gaze weeping at the sky...
The waters darken and your face grows pale,
Look at the scarlet air, for evening comes...
Bowed towards the earth, the roses endless glow,
Flame-like the nightingales bleed upon the boughs;
Has marble turned to bronze, do waters burn?
This is a secret tongue that fills the soul
Look at the scarlet air, for evening comes...
Slowly, slowly will you mount this stairway
--A heap of sun-tinged leaves upon your skirts-
And for a while gaze weeping at the sky...
The waters darken and your face grows pale,
Look at the scarlet air, for evening comes...
Bowed towards the earth, the roses endless glow,
Flame-like the nightingales bleed upon the boughs;
Has marble turned to bronze, do waters burn?
This is a secret tongue that fills the soul
Look at the scarlet air, for evening comes...
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