Cyrano de Bergerac (№ 221826)

What is the mind? He may be a skillful pretender,
But the love will be barely,
And he pales, as every feeling
Pale any words.
The mind is a glimpse! Sparkle in the light
The fire of love, the blinding to tears...
It pales in it like pale candles
In the glow of the evening stars.