Llámalo destino
And why not
death rather than living torment?
To die is
to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia
is myself: banish'd from her
Is self
from self: a deadly banishment!
What light
is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is
joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it
be to think that she is by
And feed
upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be
by Silvia in the night,
There is no
music in the nightingale;
Unless I
look on Silvia in the day,
There is no
day for me to look upon;
She is my
essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not
by her fair influence
Foster'd,
illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not
death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I
here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I
hence, I fly away from life.