IN MEMORIAM
Within the mansion of my memoryThere is a sumptuous chapel, where at timesI kneel in deep devotion at the shrinesOf all the blessed women I have loved.I burn for them the incense of my thoughts;Before their sacred images I layThe flowers of my purest sentiments,And on their altars piously I lightThe pallid candles of my vain regrets.I oft hold retrospective rendezvousWithin the chapel of the loves of yore.
Within the mansion of my memoryThere is a sumptuous chapel, where at timesI kneel in deep devotion at the shrinesOf all the blessed women I have loved.I burn for them the incense of my thoughts;Before their sacred images I layThe flowers of my purest sentiments,And on their altars piously I lightThe pallid candles of my vain regrets.I oft hold retrospective rendezvousWithin the chapel of the loves of yore.
Within the mansion of my memoryThere is a sumptuous chapel, where at timesI kneel in deep devotion at the shrinesOf all the blessed women I have loved.I burn for them the incense of my thoughts;Before their sacred images I layThe flowers of my purest sentiments,And on their altars piously I lightThe pallid candles of my vain regrets.
Within the mansion of my memory
There is a sumptuous chapel, where at times
I kneel in deep devotion at the shrines
Of all the blessed women I have loved.
I burn for them the incense of my thoughts;
Before their sacred images I lay
The flowers of my purest sentiments,
And on their altars piously I light
The pallid candles of my vain regrets.
I oft hold retrospective rendezvousWithin the chapel of the loves of yore.
I oft hold retrospective rendezvous
Within the chapel of the loves of yore.