I came into her room at night.
She was asleep. The moon shone bright
Into her window, catching glints
In her discarded satin quilt.
She lay asleep upon her back,
Her naked breasts had spread apart.
And while she slept, her life stood still,
As still as water, left to chill...
Я к ней вошёл в полночный час.
Она спала, — луна сияла
В её окно, — и одеяла
Светился спущенный атлас.
Она лежала на спине,
Нагие раздвоивши груди, —
И тихо, как вода в сосуде,
Стояла жизнь её во сне.