Amy Levy (Эми Леви)

In the Night

Cruel? I think there never was a cheating
More cruel, thro’ all the weary days than this!
This is no dream, my heart kept on repeating,
But sober certainty of waking bliss.

Dreams? O, I know their faces -- goodly seeming,
Vaporous, whirled on many-coloured wings;
I have had dreams before, this is no dreaming,
But daylight gladness that the daylight brings.

What ails my love; what ails her? She is paling;
Faint grows her face, and slowly seems to fade!
I cannot clasp her--stretch out unavailing
My arms across the silence and the shade.

1. Translated from Geibel
2. In the Mile End Road
3. In the Black Forest
4. Sinfonia Eroica
5. Cambridge in the Long

Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) In the Night ("Across the moon the beech-tree weaves")

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