For one last time my thought embraces
Your image, all but lost to me;
The heart with wistful longing traces
A dream that hour on hour effaces,
And dwells upon love's memory.
Our years roll onward, swiftly changing;
They change, and we change in the end —
Far from your poet you are ranging,
And darkness like the tomb's, estranging,
Has drawn you from that passionate friend.
This heart its leave of you has taken;
Accept, my distant dear, love's close,
As does the wife death leaves forsaken,
As does the exile's comrade, shaken
And mute, who clasps him once, and goes.
В последний раз твой образ милый
Дерзаю мысленно ласкать,
Будить мечту сердечной силой
И с негой робкой и унылой
Твою любовь воспоминать.
Бегут, меняясь, наши лета,
Меняя всё, меняя нас,
Уж ты для своего поэта
Могильным сумраком одета,
И для тебя твой друг угас.
Прими же, дальная подруга,
Прощанье сердца моего,
Как овдовевшая супруга,
Как друг, обнявший молча друга
Пред заточением его.
«She sings — and notes’ evaporation / Are kisses, pressed to lips’ surprise, / She looks — and heavens’ gay flirtation / Divinely glimmers in her eyes; And all the play of her procession, / Her features when she speaks a word / Are full of feeling and expression, / By wondrous...»
«Why do you slip the haze’s capture, / O silver moon, so all alone; / Why is your dim glow’s flicker thrown / Upon my pillows’ downy rapture? / For by your gloomy presence here / You waken all my doleful dreaming, / The pointless trials of love, the teeming / Desires I’d hoped w...»
«And here again, as dusk now spreads, / Aloft and free in sky’s expanses / The birds’ formation sea-bound threads, / An arrow’s shade, its chain advances. The dusk is limpid, steppe is hushed, / The reddening sunset now is blazing… / The sky by mute formation’s brushed, / Birds...»
«Of the cuckoo asked I boldly, / To discover when I’d die... / Pine trees’ tips were trembling coldly. / Yellow beam on grass did lie. / From the thicket there’s no answer... / I am bound for home, / Chilly breeze plays like a dancer / On my hot brow’s dome.»