Arthur William Symons (Артур Саймонс (Симонс))
Clair de Lune
In the moonlit room your face, Moonlight-coloured, fainting white, And the silence of the place Round about us in the night, And my arms are round about you In the silence of the night. Lips that are not mine to kiss, Lips how often kissed in vain, Broken seal of memories, Where the kisses come again That the lips of all your lovers Laid upon your lips in vain; Eyes that are not mine to keep In the mirror of mine eyes, Where I tremble lest from sleep Other ghosts should re-arise; Why enthrall me with your magic, Haunting lips, triumphant eyes? For the silence of the night Swims around me like a stream, And your eyes have caught the light Of a moon-enchanted dream, And your arms glide round about me, And I fade into a dream.
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