MORALITY-PAPER

How dewy we were when we were young, almost wild, in our kindergarten years: miniature emperors and queens of life. Earthly little tyrants in the swarming ant-hill. Eternal witnesses of freedom in the sandbox, how boundlessly independent in the toy wars of the mini-cosmos, where immortal time, perhaps forever, stands still and never runs out, and crowned, mini-palace-like, the girls also walked, with uplifted, cute smiles stamped on their parents' proud hearts! 

How charming and amorous among the white-phosphorescent brides The cavaliers, too: two human hearts made and made something, And they opened each other's sincere souls to the corners; Heaven-eyed, sombre-eyed Titans, they too regretted The smuggling kiss from each other's honey-flavoured lips: Drowned in sentiment, and united in the momentary spirit of immortality, How fortunate honey-lists we must have been, that all-seeing human starry eyes Unreservedly reserved for us alone The eternal messages of universe-filling entreaties! 

What whimsical and trifling quarrels have often broken the field, the colonies of hearts, the coals of eyes, the clear crystal palace of tears: We endured all things because we had to endure them with will: The year was enriched with sighs of true words and telepathy of looks, And in fateful times we were confident, and caracan enough, that memory should never overcome forgetfulness! Now can I but stare where hast thou swept, garaboncile memory? Others are flirting with an existence long since run: I am still trudging on, jaded, carrying the moral codes of my justice!