His sweet lids close and shut away
the moan of my young moon song.
My darling, my dying, my light, my sight,
my night my whole day long.
Гроб леунностей младых.
Веко милое упало.
Смертнич, смертнич, свет-жених,
Я весь сон тебя видала.
«The way it used to be, my soul is lighted / By the unfading glow of bygone days. / But early autumn, like a wistful haze, / Has blown a whiff, despairing and blighted. / Dark night. We"re going separate ways. / / The sound is distinct, the way it used to be, / And all my sins are in ...»
«My earthly heart gets cold and all, / But I sustain the shivers boldly. / I keep my love of people fondly, / Unanswered reverence, in my soul. / / But love is followed by discord / Which ripens into strong intention / To read oblivion or award / In men's and ladies reflection. / ...»
«As I was growing old and fading, / A poet, used to streaks of grey, / I wanted to postpone the ending / The aged men should face some day. / / A sickly man, a puny creature, / I'm looking for a lucky star, / And in my senile dreams I picture / A lovely image, now so far. / / Pe...»
«With inspiration and such sweetness / The princess sang about May. / I said: "Just wait, my dear princess, / You"ll have to cry for me some day". / / She cuddled to me drawing near / And said: "Oh no, forgive me, pray. / Go fighting sword in hand, my dear. / I will safeguard you on...»