Only

  I pity the Moon!
  So sorry, poor thing,

While not as white in the street
  The see cry alone! ...
  Roses in malls,
  And the snow color lilacs
  Confide light
  And remember gasp of silks
  Only the sad, poor thing ...
  So sad on my street
  There walks to cry alone ...
  I come then to the window:
  And I'm looking at the moon ...
  And I'm crying with her! ...


Florbela Espanca