János Arany

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.

In the past the warring nations
Did not follow any precept:
The strong plundered what he could, and
Everything he looted, he kept.

Simple light of tender fabric,
Sole consolation, ah romance,
Moonlit world before the daybreak
Affection, love, you radiance,
Will you go with me? It’s not far -
Far as the grave - and lead me by
The veiled light of that cheerful star
Which lives in dreams and so will die!