Эдгар По – Ворон (страница 16)
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Song[22]
I saw thee on thy bridal day —
When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:
And in thine eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.
That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame —
As such it well may pass —
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!
Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush would come o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee.
Песня
Я в день венчанья увидал,
Как вспыхнула ты жарко —
Хоть мир блаженства ожидал
Тебя, блистая ярко.
И кроме этого огня
(О, чем он был зажжен?),
Все потемнело для меня —
Остался только он!
То не девичий стыд пылал —
Он канул бы во тьму!
Огонь же этот грудь разъял
И сердце сжег тому,
Кто в день венчанья увидал,
Как вспыхнула ты жарко,
Хоть мир блаженства ожидал
Тебя, блистая ярко.
Dreams[23]
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awak’ning till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow:
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
’Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
But should it be – that dream eternally
Continuing – as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood – should it thus be given,
’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven!
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
In the summer sky; in dreamy fields of light,
And left unheedingly my very heart
In climes of mine imagining – apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought – what more could I have seen?
’Twas once and only once and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass – some power
Or spell had bound me – ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night and left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly – or the stars – howe’er it was
That dream was as that night wind – let it pass.
I have been happy – tho’ but in a dream.
I have been happy – and I love the theme —
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life — 
