Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street.
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand.
A hand that can be clasped no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I .....
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
He passed by the town, and out of the street,
A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
And waves of shadow went over the wheat,
And he set him down in a lonely place,
And chanted a melody loud and sweet,
.....
Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we .....
Neprihanit parea începutul zilei aceleia totul în alb.
Si eu
ca niciodata ametit
printre porumbeii cu picioare de rubin.
Ca niciodata nemuritor si fragil
departe de sunetul gângav
al verbului strâns înfasat în matase.
.....
Eheu! Înca un an
ni s-a furat din istorie
de saltimbancii clipei curente.
La acest hotar de milenii
r.m.
si noi
macinati între valturile unei mori,
jumatate prinsa de-o stea,
jumatate înghitita de hau.
Jumatate aici, .....
There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;
One's name was Eliza, the other's was Jane:
They were both of one height, as I've heard people say,
They were both of one age, I believe, to a day.
'Twas fancied by some, who but .....