European Elegies/Summer/A name
79.A NAME
In an old note I found it—
The name my heart is keeping.
No mourning-border bound it,
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
The name my heart is keeping.
No mourning-border bound it,
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
The hopes of happy hours
She wrote with heart up-leaping;
Her thoughts were sprays of flowers—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
She wrote with heart up-leaping;
Her thoughts were sprays of flowers—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
That signature should settle
All sorrows into sleeping:
Each stroke a soft rose-petal—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
All sorrows into sleeping:
Each stroke a soft rose-petal—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
No cry from her was riven,
Only a promise sweeping,
Only a sweet pledge given—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
Only a promise sweeping,
Only a sweet pledge given—
But I fell to weeping.
Ah, I fell to weeping!
From the Magyar of Mihaly Szabolcska.