IN YOU ALONE I will confide and tell that I am rich with happiness divine for which I have no need and don’t incline to work some artifice or secret spell but merely draw my water from the well of happiness unbounded that is mine I have no need to give an outer sign but with an inward gesture, swift compel the cisterns of my heart to overflow as living water springing from a font that’s ever-plenished by a well below the ghosts of penury did all avaunt from here—they vanished quite some time ago, and you, who are my only confidant, I’ll cause the reason of my wealth to know: the same thing that I have is what I want your love I carry everywhere I go
