Translation:To a Pessimist

There are too many shadows in your visions, Life does have bits of calm; Not everything in existence is a wound From which blood gushes forth. Fighting has a shadow; and dying passions, fugitive tenderness, everything loved that on passing is forgotten is a source of distressing disappointments. But, why doubt, if they yet offer, in the remote, dark future, calm depths and vivid affection deep tenderness, the pure kiss and a woman's hands, that lovers rock the pink cradles of children?

A un pesimista