sobota, 13. maj 2017

sinočnji sprehod

when once the sun sinks in the west,
and dewdrops pearl the evening's breast;
almost as pale as moonbeams are,
or its companionable star,
the evening primrose opes anew
its delicate blossoms to the dew;
and, hermit-like, shunning the light,
wastes its fair bloom upon the night,
who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
knows not the beauty it possesses;
thus it blooms on while night is by;
when day looks out with open eye,
bashed at the gaze it cannot shun,
it faints and withers and is gone. 

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