Curs'd day! Day of Mars,
whose grandfather black Saturn,
multiplier of cares, rends my insides
and strains my nerve and tendon.
Day of brothers - alas, I have none!
Day of friends, long gone...
day of action, on which nothing done!
I love you, My Darling;
we quarrel too much.
Now, come back to me and
still the sea, becalmed at
gentle eventide. Astride
that fiery charger, Phoebus
gallops o'er another hill,
searching (in vain) for his stolen herd,
until baby brother shall grant
me quick-tongued thought
on the morrow, at last.
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