sensation

I would love my happiness,
as well as accidental joys,
I would adorn in voluptuousness
the dream of all my prime days,
in every sweet hour of sacrament
I would take from my brief joys


if I were in this world only one,
not among smiles without sympathy,
if there was not behind every happiness
hidden fear,
if I was not alone
me baptized with the bitterly sacrament
of yellow neurasthenic spleen.

..................
Geo Milev