Ботаника - Sunset Wings Proserpine (by Dante Gabriel Rossetti) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Ботаника
• Sunset Wings Proserpine (by Dante Gabriel Rossetti)

Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, - one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door:
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here:
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar; how far away,
The nights that shall be from the days that were.

***
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom’s part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art.
Nay, for this spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year’s last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
***

Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign:
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
(Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring,
Continually together, murmuring,)
\"Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine!\"

(by Dante Gabriel Rossetti)