Dear doting sweetheart of my childhood,
Companion of my austere fate!
In the lone house deep in the wild wood
How patiently for me you wait.
Alone beside your window sitting
You wait for me and blame the clock,
While, in your wrinkled hands, your knitting
Fitfully falters to a stop.
Beyond the crumbling gates the pinetrees
Shadow the road you watch so well.
Nameless forebodings, dark anxieties,
Oppress your heart. You cannot tell
What visions haunt you: Now you seem to see...
Подруга дней моих суровых,
Голубка дряхлая моя!
Одна в глуши лесов сосновых
Давно, давно ты ждёшь меня.
Ты под окном своей светлицы
Горюешь, будто на часах,
И медлят поминутно спицы
В твоих наморщенных руках.
Глядишь в забытые вороты
На чёрный отдалённый путь;
Тоска, предчувствия, заботы
Теснят твою всечасно грудь.
То чудится тебе . . . . . . . . . .
«Already now the weary day / Has through the purple waves descended; / The cooling shades have fast extended; / The azure arch of heaven grows gray! / And solemn Night with peaceful pinions / Comas winging through her vast dominions, / And Hesper with his glittering star / Is hera...»
«Deep silence in the sky; / The moon mysteriously / Through filmy haze is sinking; / The Star of Love is winking / Above the darkling hill, / And in the abyss so still / Things formless, fascinating, / Come flying, animating / The silence of the night, — / They bring the Spring’...»
«Along the road the maiden / Walked with her faithful youth; / Their eyes with grief were laden, / Their faces pale with ruth. / / On eyes and lips with yearning / Their tender kisses rain; / And life and beauty returning / Bloom in their hearts again. / / Their joy was q...»
«Believe it not, when in excess of sorrow / I murmur that my love for thee is o’er! / When ebbs the tide, think not the sea’s a traitor, — / He will return and love the land once more. / / I still am pining, full of former passion: / To thee again my freedom I’ll restore, / ...»