Translated by Bernard Miall - The Burning-Gla** lyrics

I watch the hours of long ago: Their blue and secret depths I set Under the burning-gla**, Regret, And watch a happier flora blow. Hold up the gla** o'er my desires! Behold them through my soul, a gla** At memory's touch the withered gra** Breaks forth into devouring fires. Now above my thoughts I hold The azure crystal, in whose heart Suddenly unfolding start The leaves of agonies borne of old, Until those nights remote I see Even to memory dead so long That their sullen tears do wrong To the green soul of hopes to be.