Csak méhként ízleld mézét e' gyenge virágnak[errata 1].
Szentmiklóssy.
There are dark clouds upgathered in the heavens,
And the full moon can hardly look them through;
All nature sleeps, wrapp'd round in misty dew,
And the stars shine not, while in slumber's arms
All find repose; life's heavy load forgot.
All? No! I in the green shade slumber not;
For a transporting hope holds all my soul,
Round me the fragrant clouds of Jasmines roll.
'Twas here—'twas here she spoke at eventide;
Here said, Farewell! And will she come again
When fair Chitona fills her lamp?—In vain
I wait—that lamp is filled. Where tarries she?
Impatience, weary of her lingering, stands,
And doubt comes on the mind o'erwhelmingly.
She comes! she comes!—I hear the rustling leaves;
Nay, 'twas the trembling which my sighs awaken,
As gliding thro' the branches idly shaken;
They rouse delusive thought, which only grieves.
What, what forbids her to these arms to flee!
Why would she make of love a mockery?
Why will she trifle with my misery? Why?
O ye warm-breathings of my bosom—plaints
Of deepest-drawn emotion—hasten—fly—
Break on her proud repose—arouse and melt
Her frozen sympathies—awake, inspire
The sleeping passion, the concealed desire,
And make her feel what I so long have felt.
What! do I feel those round and beauteous arms,
White as the snows, enfolding me? 'Tis thou!
O thou art pouring streams of transport now,
And my heart beats 'gainst thine—O how it beats!
The raptures of thy spirit mine repeats—
And misery flies from mine exalted brow.
From thy sweet looks what peace and calmness flow!
The clouds are all departing,
And from thine eyes a flame of beauty darting,
Kindles the stars. The heaven's bright blue
Smiles like a Lotos flower, and nightingales
Float their rich harmonies,
While odorous flow'r-sweets hang amidst the trees,
And silver-voices, in tuned madrigals,
Hang on the wings of love, breathing delight;
All joy and blessings all—while this sweet place
Anadiomen's temple is—to lull
Our spirits to a rest so beautiful,
That here we may build up that temple bright
Where love's best incense shall the altar grace.