Through midnight dumb...

30 октября 2013 - Даннаис дде Даненн
Through midnight dumb, and branches dense.
Myriad of stars I see and sense.
I hear my heart's the dreamless voice.
Should make I now the painful choice.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb and branches dense,
Through Life and Death, through their fence,
Like centuries come and pass away.
And they in Grave forever lay.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb, and branches dense.
Myriad of stars I see and sense…

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Myriad of stars I see and sense.
I hear my heart's the dreamless voice.
Should make I now the painful choice.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb and branches dense,
Through Life and Death, through their fence,
Like centuries come and pass away.
And they in Grave forever lay.

Oh, easy, so,
And I can go,
Through branches dense and darkest night,
Should go through Death,
I stop my breath,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Oh, speed along, Thou, rapid Brook!
Incline Thy head, Thou, lovely Flower!
And, where art Thou? I'm here! Look!
I'm here, Death, with deathless Power!

Through branches dense and darkest night,
Shall win I now this fatal fight.

Through midnight dumb, and branches dense.
Myriad of stars I see and sense…
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Комментарии (2)
Дмитрий Стариков # 25 февраля 2014 в 04:50 +1
Здравствуйте, Аксинья1 Это староанглийский? Звезда, ночь, сила. Волшебно и прекрасно. Успехов Вам сегодня и на долгие годы.
Даннаис дде Даненн # 17 марта 2014 в 20:00 0
Добрый вечер, Дмитрий! Я старалась писать в грамматике Байрона, у меня есть его книга 19 века. По сравнению с современным, это уже устаревший язык.
Спасибо Вам большое. 040a6efb898eeececd6a4cf582d6dca6