Olavo Bilac

“ Step, which the most limpid gold wore,
Silent and serene, an angel the golden harp,
Resounding with supplications, feria...
Thou holy mother! You too, beautiful
Illusions! my dreams! go for her
Like a bunch of vaporous shadows. ”

“ What dost thou talk to them? What sense
Has what they say, when they are with thee?"
And I'll say to thee: "Love to understand them!
Because only he who loves may have ears
Capable of hearing and understanding stars." ”