Isaac Rosenberg (Айзек Розенберг)

Don Juans Song

The moon is in an ecstasy,
It wanes not nor can grow;
The heavens are in a mist of love,
And deepest knowledge know:
What things in nature seem to move
Bear love as I bear love?
And bear my pleasures so?

I bear my love as streams that bear
The sky still flow or shake:
Though deep within, too far on high.
Light blossoms kiss and wake
The waters sooner than the sky;
And if they kiss and (lie
God made them frail to break. 

1. Tess
2. A Question
3. The Troop Ship
4. On A Lady Singing
5. In the Underworld

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