That kiss you gave me, soft and light,
Pursues me in my fancy still.
Through noisy day, through quiet night
I feel your touch, I feel its thrill!
I fall asleep, my eyes I close
And dream of you, and dream of bliss.
Deceptive joy! — the sweet dream goes.
To leave but love and weariness.
Сей поцелуй, дарованный тобой,
Преследует моё воображенье:
И в шуме дня и в тишине ночной
Я чувствую его напечатленье!
Сойдёт ли сон и взор сомкнёт ли мой,
Мне снишься ты, мне снится наслажденье!
Обман исчез, нет счастья! и со мной
Одна любовь, одно изнеможенье.
«I am no more that passioned lover, / Once the world's most marvelous face: / My spring and wondrous golden summer / Forever gone without a trace. / Oh Cupid, god of days of yore! / I was your faithful servant then; / If only to be born once more, / Oh how I'd serve you yet again!»
«Forth went the sower to sow his seeds... As freedom's sower in the wasteland / Before the morning star I went; / From hand immaculate and chastened / Into the grooves of prisonment / Flinging the vital seed I wandered — / But it was time and toiling squandered, / Benevolent designs mi...»
«Where is our rose, friends? / Tell if ye may! / Faded the rose, friends, / The Dawn-child of Day. / Ah, do not say, / Such is life’s fleetness! / No, rather say, / I mourn thee, rose, — farewell! / Now to the lily-bell / Flit we away.»
«To flourish amid the incessant hell / Of steps, now heavy, now loud, / And groaning pulleys and fumes, / And the clicking of billiard balls. To make love till a streak / Of blood red flares up in the East, / An hour, till a white kerchief / Copes with a scythe. To feed to Reproaches a...»