Edward Bulwer-Lytton (Эдвард Бульвер-Литтон)
The Hollow Oak
Hollow is the oak beside the sunny waters drooping; Thither came, when I was young, happy children trooping; Dream I now, or hear I now--far, their mellow whooping? Gay below the cowslip bank, see the billow dances, There I lay beguiling time--when I lived romances; Dropping pebbles in the wave, fancies into fancies;-- Farther, where the river glides by the wooded cover, Where the merlin singeth low, with the hawk above her Came a foot and shone a smile--woe is me, the Lover! Leaflets on the hollow oak still as greenly quiver, Musical amid the reeds murmurs on the river; But the footstep and the smile?--woe is me for ever!
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