Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон)
Love’s Sudden Growth
I.
But yestermorn, with many a flower
The garden of my heart was dress'd;
A single tree has sprung to bloom,
Whose branches cast a tender gloom,
That shadows all the rest.
II.
A jealous and a tyrant tree,
That seeks to reign alone;
As if the wind's melodious sighs,
The dews and sunshine of the skies,
Were only made for One!
III.
A tree on which the Host of Dreams
Low murmur mystic things,
While hopes, those birds of other skies,
To dreams themselves chant low replies--
Ah, wherefore have they wings?
IV.
The seasons nurse the blight and storm,
The glory leaves the air--
The dreams and birds will pass away,
The blossom wither from the spray--
One day--the stem be bare--
V.
But mine has grown the Dryad's life,
Coeval with the tree;
The sun, the frost, the bloom, the fall,
My fate, sweet tree, must share them all,
To live and die with thee!
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