Once again the storm-clouds hover
In the silence over me;
Jealous Fate again hangs over,
Menacing my misery.
Shall I face my Fate, disdaining?
Shall I bear it and display
All the patience uncomplaining
That was mine in youth’s proud day?
Tossed by stormy life and driven.
Careless of this storm I wait;
Maybe I shall find a haven
To protect me from my Fate. . . .
But to part — my fear foretold it!
That dread hour we cannot flee.
Let me take your hand and hold it;
For the last time give it me.
Kind and quiet Angel, hear me;
Speak to me with soft good-byes.
You have been somournful. Near me
Let your sweet face fall or rise.
The remembrance of your caring
More than compensation pays
For the strength and pride and daring
And the hope of youthful days.
Снова тучи надо мною
Собралися в тишине;
Рок завистливый бедою
Угрожает снова мне...
Сохраню ль к судьбе презренье?
Понесу ль навстречу ей
Непреклонность и терпенье
Гордой юности моей?
Бурной жизнью утомленный,
Равнодушно бури жду:
Может быть, еще спасенный,
Снова пристань я найду...
Но, предчувствуя разлуку,
Неизбежный, грозный час,
Сжать твою, мой ангел, руку
Я спешу в последний раз.
Ангел кроткий, безмятежный,
Тихо молви мне: прости,
Опечалься: взор свой нежный
Подыми иль опусти;
И твое воспоминанье
Заменит душе моей
Силу, гордость, упованье
И отвагу юных дней.
«I questioned with fetterless breezes, / How with youth to accomplish my days; / I was answered by dallying breezes: / "Be thou airy as breezes, as haze !" I questioned with dominant ocean, / Where life's mighty behest to descry; / I was answered by resonant ocean: / "Be thou ever full-s...»
«When midnight has come on the desolate slough, / Scarce heard are the reeds, so softly they sough. Of what do they whisper and talk to and fro? / For what are the flamelets amongst them aglow? They shimmer, they glimmer, and once more they wane, / Then the wandering light is enkindled again....»
«I came into this world to see the sunshine, / The sky-line's bluish lights. / I came into this world to see the sunshine, / And mountain-heights. I came into this world to see the ocean, / The valley's rich array. / I in a single gaze saw worlds in mo...»
«The light will burn and darken, then burn with stronger blaze, / But unreturning darkens the sheen of youthful days. / Glow then, and be enkindled, the while thou still art young, / Let ever more undwindled the heart's loud chords be strung, / That something be remembered in waning years of ...»