An unbelieving smile [The Gardener XL] [Italian translation]

An unbelieving smile flits on your eyes when I come to you to

take my leave.

I have done it so often that you think I will soon return.

To tell you the truth I have the same doubt in my mind.

For the spring days come again time after time; the full moon

takes leave and comes on another visit, the flowers come again

and blush upon their branches year after year, and it is likely

that I take my leave only to come to you again.

But keep the illusion awhile; do not send it away with ungentle

haste.

When I say I leave you for all time, accept it as true, and let a

mist of tears for one moment deepen the dark rim of your eyes.

Then smile as archly as you like when I come again.