Dreary the horn sounds in the eve on the hill,
Sheepflocks return, stars on their way twinkle still,
Watersprings weep murmuring clear, and I see
Under a tree, love, thou art waiting for me.
Holy and pure passes the moon on the sky,
Moist seem the stars born from the vault clear and high,
Longing thine eyes look from afar to divine,
Heaving thy breast, pensive thy head doth recline.
Tired with their toil, peasants come back from the field,
From the old church, labourer's comfort and shield,
Voices of bells thrill the whole sky high above;
Struck is my heart, trembling and burning with love.
Ah! very soon quietness steals over all,
Ah! very soon hasten shall I to thy call,
Under the tree, there I shall sit the whole night,
Telling thee, love, thou art my only delight.
Cheek press'd to cheek, there in sweet ecstasy we,
Falling asleep under the old locust-tree,
Smiling in dream, seem in a heaven to live,
For such a night who his whole life would not give?
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Comments2WOW, I REMEMBER READING MIHAI EMINESCU BACK IN THE DAY. I HAVE TO BE HONEST THOUGH, THIS PARTICULAR ONE DIDN’T REALLY DO IT FOR ME 🤷. IT JUST SEEMED A BIT MELANCHOLIC... NOT MY CUP OF TEA ☕. BUT HEY, TO EACH THEIR OWN! 😄 I DO APPRECIATE EMINESCU'S TALENT IN BRINGING IMAGERY AND EMOTION TO LIFE WITH HIS WORDS. I GUESS IT JUST DIDN'T RESONATE WITH ME THIS TIME. MAYBE I'LL GIVE IT ANOTHER READ SOMEDAY AND IT WILL HIT DIFFERENT! 📚🙃
AMAZING POEM! TAKES ME BACK TO THE DAYS ON THE FARM, STARING AT THE STARS, LISTENING TO THE ANIMALS AT NIGHT. MAKES ME REALIZE HOW SIMPLE AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE CAN BE. LOVE THE RYTHM AND TONE, REALLY DRAWS YOU IN. GREAT TO STUMBLE UPON THIS! 😍😊 KEEP UP THE GOOD STUFF!