96 (though i know my friend)

THOUGH I know, my friend, that we are different

my mind refuses to own it.

For we two woke up in the same sleepless night

while the birds sang,

and the same spell of the spring

entered our hearts.

Though your face is towards the light

and mine in the shade

the delight of our meeting is sweet and secret,

for the flood of youth in its eddying dance

has drawn us close.

With your glory and grace you conquer the world,

my face is pale.

But a magnanimous breath of life

has carried me to your side

and the dark line of our difference

is aglow with the radiance of a dawn.





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