“No surer punishment”: the faun says this,
Past loving in his dream with languid kiss,
—And I whom Time repelled from throes of bliss
Can understand his deepest sympathies.
I, myself, had dreams that I will miss,
And death refutes me when I seek release;
Pray I, this anguished torment quickly cease,
Yet Life will keep me bound with ironies.
No greater fault is there: to fall in love,
And dream and sing and soar up high above.
For one will taste the pains when hearts are burnt,
Then comes the memories—oh, agony!
How times flew past, how things might perhaps be…
The faun speaks true: “No surer punishment”.