Spell
From the moonlit brink of dreams
O borne down other streams
O crowned with spirit-beams!
I stretch foiled hands to thee,
O borne down other streams
Than eye can think to see!
O crowned with spirit-beams!
O veiled spiritually!
My dreams and thoughts abate
O angel born too late
In what new sensual state
Their pennons at thy feet,
O angel born too late
For fallen man to meet!
In what new sensual state
Could our twined lives feel sweet?
What new emotion must
What purity of lust?
Around my caressed trust!
I dream, to think thee mine?
What purity of lust?
O tendrilled as a vine
Around my caressed trust!
O dream-pressed spirit-Wine!
FERNANDO PESSOA