Princesa Desalento Vase

My soul is the Princess Despondency, as a Poet once called her. She is hurt, and pale, and gloomy, like the tragic sobs of the wind! She is fragile as the dream of a moment; somber as prayers of agony, she lives on the laughter of a cold mouth: my soul is the Princess Despondency... In the small hours of the night she wanders... And to the softest moonlight, which yearns, she begins to speak of so many dead things! The moonlight listens to my soul, kneeling, and goes on to trace, fantastic and frozen, the shadow of a cross at your door...

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