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Through The Trees
ОглавлениеIf I had known whose face I’d see
Above the hedge, beside the rose;
If I had known whose voice I’d hear
Make music where the wind-flower blow’s,—
I had not come; I had not come.
If I had known his deep “I love “
Could make her face so fair to see;
If I had known her shy “And I”
Could make him stoop so tenderly,—
I had not come; I had not come.
But what knew I? The summer breeze
Stopped not to cry “Beware! beware!”
The vine-wreaths drooping from the trees
Caught not my sleeve with soft “Take care!”
And so I came, and so I came.
The roses that his hands have plucked,
Are sweet to me, are death to me;
Between them, as through living flames
I pass, I clutch them, crush them, see!
The bloom for her, the thorn for me.
The brooks leap up with many a song—
I once could sing, like them could sing;
They fall; ‘tis like a sigh among
A world of joy and blossoming.—
Why did I come? Why did I come?
The blue sky burns like altar fires—
How sweet her eyes beneath her hair!
The green earth lights its fragrant pyres;
The wild birds rise and flush the air;
God looks and smiles, earth is so fair.
But ah! ‘twixt me and yon bright heaven
Two bended heads pass darkling by;
And loud above the bird and brook
I hear a low “I love,” “And I “—
And hide my face. Ah God! Why? Why?