awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures
of last night, allow my senses no rest.
and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.
you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?
My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose.
But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters
my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart
a scorching flame?
One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!
start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.
then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for
they set my blood on fire.