Poem XXXVIII
1Happy the moment when we are seated in the palace, thou and I,With two forms and with two figures but with one soul, thou and I.
2The colours of the grove and the voice of the birds will bestow immortalityAt the time when we come into the garden, thou and I.
3The stars of heaven will come to gaze upon us;We shall show them the moon itself, thou and I.
4Thou and I, individuals no more, shall be mingled in ecstasy,Joyful, and secure from foolish babble, thou and I.