Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

The Lover

I go through wet spring woods alone,
Through sweet green woods with heart of stone,
My weary foot upon the grass
Falls heavy as I pass.
The cuckoo from the distance cries,
The lark a pilgrim in the skies;
But all the pleasant spring is drear.
I want you, dear!

I pass the summer meadows by,
The autumn poppies bloom and die;
I speak alone so bitterly
For no voice answers me.
“O lovers parting by the gate,
O robin singing to your mate,
Plead you well, for she will hear
‘I love you, dear!’”

I crouch alone, unsatisfied,
Mourning by winter’s fireside.
O Fate, what evil wind you blow.
Must this be so?
No southern breezes come to bless,
So conscious of their emptiness
My lonely arms I spread in woe,
I want you so.

1. I Prayed So Eagerly
2. The Ballad of the Fairy Thorn-Tree
3. Cupid Slain
4. Unknown Ideal
5. Distant Voices

James Lowell (Джеймс Лоуэлл) The Lover ("Go from the world from East to West")

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