Horae Beatae Inscriptio

How will this beauty, when I am far hence

Sweep back upon me and engulf my mind!

How will these hours, when we twain are grey,

Turned in their sapphire tide, come flooding o'er us!

The Alter

Let us build here an exquisite friendship,

The flame, the autumn, and the green rose of love

Fought out their strife here, 'tis a place of wonder;

Where these have been, meet 'tis, the ground is holy.

(From Ezra Pound Translation of Leopardi)