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Spell
From the moonlit brink of dreams
I stretch foiled hands to thee,
O borne down other streams
Than eye can think to see!
O crowned with spirit-beams!
O veiled spiritually!
My dreams and thoughts abate
Their pennons at thy feet,
O angel born too late
For fallen man to meet!
In what new sensual state
Could our twined lives feel sweet?
What new emotion must
I dream, to think thee mine?
What purity of lust?
O tendrilled as a vine
Around my caressed trust!
O dream-pressed spirit-Wine!
FERNANDO PESSOA
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Spell
From the moonlit brink of dreams
I stretch foiled hands to thee,
O borne down other streams
Than eye can think to see!
O crowned with spirit-beams!
O veiled spiritually!
My dreams and thoughts abate
Their pennons at thy feet,
O angel born too late
For fallen man to meet!
In what new sensual state
Could our twined lives feel sweet?
What new emotion must
I dream, to think thee mine?
What purity of lust?
O tendrilled as a vine
Around my caressed trust!
O dream-pressed spirit-Wine!
FERNANDO PESSOA
Spell
Fernando Pessoa
Contemporânea 9, março de 1923, p. 150.
