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Еще томлюсь тоской желаний,
Еще стремлюсь к тебе душой-
И в сумраке воспоминаний
Еще ловлю я образ твой...
Твой милый образ, незабвенный,
Он предо мной, везде, всегда,
Недостижимый, неизменный,-
Как ночью на небе звезда...
* * *
I languish tormented by passion.
My spirit longs to fly to you.
And from the mist of reminiscence
your image shows itself anew...
Beloved, unforgotten figure,
you sojourn with me near and far.
You are immutable, elusive --
as in the night a guiding star...
Anonymous
May 31 2006, 05:00:39 UTC 5 years ago
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
From where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this...this lute and song...loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning