You have been in my dreams for so long, That you lose reality Is it still time enough to reach that living body and to kiss on that mouth the so dear birth of your voice?
You have been in my dreams for so long, That my arms, in embracing your shade, used to meet across my chest, wouldn't fit in with the contour of your body, perhaps And that, faced to the real display of my haunter and my ruler for days and years, I might become a shade. O sentimental balances
You have been in my dreams for so long, That time for me to waken is probably gone. I sleep standing, my body exposed to the complete appearances of life and love and you, the only one who still matter to me at present, I could less easily touch your forehead and your lips than the first lips and the first forehead to come.
You have been in my dreams for so long, where I was walking, talking, sleeping with your phantom That there is nothing left to me. perhaps, and yet, but to be a phantom among phantoms and more of a shade one hundred fold than the shadow cheerfully walking at present and in the future over the sundial of your life.