Harmony Of Evening

Now those days arrive when, stem throbbing, each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer: sounds and scents twine in the evening air: languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing! Each flower sheds its fragrance like a censer: the violin quivers, a heart that's suffering: languorous dizziness, Melancholy dancing! the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar. The violin quivers, a heart that's suffering: a heart, hating the vast black void, so tender! the sky is lovely, sad like a huge altar: the sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing. A heart, hating the vast black void, so tender: each trace of the luminous past it's gathering! The sun is drowned, in its own blood congealing A vessel of the host, your memory shines there.