Томас Гарди (Харди) (Thomas Hardy)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

Song from Heine


I scanned her picture, dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.

Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.

Such tears as often ran not
Ran then, my love, for thee;
And O, believe I cannot
That thou art lost to me!



Поддержать сайт


Английская поэзия - http://eng-poetry.ru/. Адрес для связи eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru