The Gods Grant Few Pleasures Beyond These
By: Fernando Pessoa
A verse repeating A cool breeze, Summer in the fields, And the soul's courtyard Vacant and sunlit... Or, in winter, the snowy Summits in the distance, The fireside where we sit, And a poem to tell all this... The gods grant Few pleasures beyond These, which are nothing. But they also grant That we want no others.
You can find this poem in Pessoa’s — A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems
You have intrigued me to purchase Pessoa's book. Thanks for sharing.
"And a poem to tell all this"--indeed!