Эдгар По – Ворон (страница 50)
Now Doubt – now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh
And all day long
Shines, bright and emphasis,
Astarté within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye —
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.
Лелли
Исполнен упрека,
Я жил одиноко,
В затоне моих утомительных дней,
Пока белокурая нежная Лелли не стала стыдливой невестой моей,
Пока златокудрая юная Лелли не стала счастливой невестой моей.
Созвездия ночи
Темнее, чем очи
Красавицы-девушки, милой моей.
И свет бестелесный
Вкруг тучки небесной
От ласково-лунных жемчужных лучей
Не может сравниться с волною небрежной ее золотистых воздушных кудрей,
С волною кудрей светлоглазой и скромной невесты – красавицы, Лелли моей.
Теперь привиденья
Печали, Сомненья
Боятся помедлить у наших дверей.
И в небе высоком
Блистательным оком
Астарта[91] горит все светлей и светлей.
И к ней обращает прекрасная Лелли сиянье своих материнских очей,
Всегда обращает к ней юная Лелли фиалки своих безмятежных очей.
The Raven[92]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door —
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is, and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew emphasiser; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you” – here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — 
