Will you allow yourself in my opinion utterly,system and no-body, flesh and no-fleshNot as a fugitive, thoughtlessly or bitterly,But as a young child might, with no more want?Yes, utterly.
However shall keep you down my personal estuary,Carry both you and ferry you to burial mysteriously,Take you and see your,Consume you, engulf your,in huge cavern, my belly, lave youWith huger waves constantly.
Therefore shall embrace and clamber thereAnd slumber around, in that dumb chamber,Beat using my bloodstream’s overcome, listen my cardio moveBlindly in bone that trip above your,Delve within my flesh, demolished and bedded,Through viewless regulators embodied so aˆ“
Till sunlight, the expulsion and awakening,The riving as well as the travel forth,existence with remorseless forceps beckoning aˆ“Pangs and betrayal of severe delivery.
O, actually thus, from childhood’s hr,we ‚ve viewed my fondest expectations decay;I never ever adored a forest or flowerBut ‚t got the first to ever fade away
We quarreled that morning,For he was sixty-five, and I got thirty,And I is nervous and hefty utilizing the childWhose delivery I feared.
I imagined throughout the last letter composed meBy that estranged younger soulWhose betrayal of me I’d concealedBy marrying the outdated guy.
Across the blackness that arrived over my eyesI look at flickering light of the terminology nonetheless:aˆ?And Jesus said unto him, VerilyI say unto thee, To-day thou shaltBe beside me in haven.aˆ?
The invisible wormThat flies from inside the nights,within the howling storm,enjoys revealed thy bedOf crimson joy:And his dark key loveDoes thy existence demolish
With how sad measures, O moonlight! thou climb’st the heavens,exactly silently, with just how wan a face!just what may it be, that despite heavenly placeThat hectic Archer their sharp arrows attempts?Sure, if it long-with-love-acquainted eyes 5Can assess of appreciation, thou feel’st a partner’s case;we see clearly in thy appearances; thy languished graceTo me personally, that have the similar, thy condition descries. 10Are beauties indeed there because satisfied as here they be?manage they above love to feel liked, and yetThose lovers scorn who that admiration doth possess?perform they contact advantage there ungratefulness?
Ye financial institutions and braes o‘ bonnie Doon,just how can ye flower sae new and reasonable?just how can ye chant, ye small wild birds,and I also sae tired, fu‘ o‘ practices?
Thou ‚lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,That wantons through flowering thorn;Thou minds myself o‘ departed joys,Departed-never to go back.
Thou ‚lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird,That sings beside thy mate;For sae we sat, and sae we sang,And wistna o‘ my destiny.
Aft hae we roved by bonnie Doon,To see the flower and woodbine twine;And ilka bird performed o‘ its luve,And, fondly, sae performed I o‘ my own.
Wi‘ lightsome cardio we pou’d a rose,Fu‘ nice upon their thorny tree;And my personal fause luver stole my personal flower,But ah! the guy kept the thorn wi‘ myself.
aˆ?just how sweetly,aˆ? said the trembling housemaid,Of her own mild sound worried,So long had they in silence stood,Appearing upon that moonlight flood,-aˆ?just how sweetly really does the moonbeam smileTo-night upon yon leafy isle!Oft in my own fancy’s wanderings,we ‚ve expected that little isle had wings,therefore, within the fairy bowers,had been wafted off to seas as yet not known,in which perhaps not a heartbeat should overcome but ours,and then we might live, love, pass away alone!not the terrible in addition to cold,-Where the brilliant attention of angels onlyShould arrive all around us, to beholdA utopia so pure and depressed!Would this getting industry adequate for thee?aˆ?-Playful she transformed, that he might seeThe driving look this lady cheek put on;however when she noted just how mournfullyHis sight met hers, that smile got gone;And, bursting into heartfelt tears,aˆ?Yes, yes a fantastic read,aˆ? she cried, aˆ?my hourly concerns,My fantasies, have boded all also right,-We part-forever part-to-night!we realized, we understood it could perhaps not last,-‚T was vibrant, ‚t ended up being heavenly, but ‚t is previous!we never ever nursed a beloved gazelle,To happy me personally with its comfortable black colored eye,nevertheless when they involved learn me personally better,And like myself, it had been sure to die!Now, also, the joy probab divineOf all I actually dreamed or knew,To see thee, hear thee, contact thee mine,-O misery! must I shed that also?aˆ?