Still,angel youth on vaults' face
With joined hands,gay eyes,baby-faced,
With bowed heads downward look amazed,
Naively searching for some grace;

Eternal youth surpassing history,
For ages you gaze down to me
Enchanting my poor mortal eye,
Reminding it would never be divine...

My eyes sternly stare above
Silent awe exhales my mouth,
I feel my spirit leaves its shell
Spreading around a magic spell,
Dispersing itself,blesses the air
And I flow in it-freed,uncompelled,
While its concrete shape is left on earth
A timeless remembrance on a marble urn.