Whispering. A timid sigh.
A nightingale that trills.
Silver, and a lullaby
From the unseen rills.
Twilight with a deepening blue.
Darkness falls apace.
Beauty yields to beauties new
On her enchanted face.
Roses when the greyness clears,
That amber drives away.
And love, and love again, and tears,
And the break of day.
Шёпот, робкое дыханье,
Трели соловья,
Серебро и колыханье
Сонного ручья,
Свет ночной, ночные тени,
Тени без конца,
Ряд волшебных изменений
Милого лица,
В дымных тучках пурпур розы,
Отблеск янтаря,
И лобзания, и слёзы,
И заря, заря!..
«My Hope, at this successive session / will you please play me something special / and make the blush come off my face, / just like a horse that goes the pace. / / I beg of you please play me something / in order that there might be nothing : / nor notes, nor keys, nor peace, nor sky.....»
«Forget the loss belated and early celebration / When moon wheels hit the roadway in time for separation. / The profile of an owl looks down from the cart, / The simple song of crickets storms right into the heart. She's watching from her doorstep, her beauty slowly failing, / The prideful a...»
«My jacket had its days of wear. / It’s lost the look and gotten paler. / And so I take it to a tailor / To have it altered here and there. I tell him jokingly, just so, / "I’d like a total alteration, / New luck will come from your creation, / From your fine art of cut-and-sew." It...»
«Fire in the fireplace is blazing beside me. / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Sir, from now on, you are living inside me... / Cry over me, autumn rain, as you fall. I’ll search the world, I can travel wherever, / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Restless without you, I...»