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                                        for Louise, also from Lyon and Italy

              O you, my nights, O long-awaited black-
              ness, O proud country, O obstinate sec-
              rets, O long looks, O thundering clouds

              O flight beyond skies—closed—

              O great desire, O scattered surprise
              O beautiful journey of th’ enchanted sprite

              O worst evil, O grace that flies
              O open door where we enter night

              I do not know why I die today
              Before th’ eternal rest above.

              I do not know for whom I’m prey
              I do not know for whom I’m love.

             Translated from the French
              of Catherine Pozzi (1882-
               1934). Nyx = the Greek
                   goddess of night

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