Romantik
Strange fits of passion have I known
Strange fits of passion have I known,
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea,
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reached the orchard-plot;
And, as we climbed the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near, and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eye I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on, hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopped,
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a Lover's head!
"O mercy!" to myself I cried,
"If Lucy should be dead!"
(William Wordsworth)
Nicole Zwischen-zwei-Stühlen 21/06/2007 20:09
oooh ja! die sms-bibel verfolgt mich auch seit lehrversuch n°1! aber die stunde werd ich eines tages abkupfern, so viel ist klar.Krümel M. 21/06/2007 19:33
Tja, da hat man einmal eine Stunde darüber gehalten und schon lässts einen nicht mehr los. Aber ich find es wirklich ein sehr schönes Gedicht, dessen Aussage mich berührt. Ja, ja, Identifikation heißt das Zauberwort! :-)Nicole Zwischen-zwei-Stühlen 21/06/2007 14:22
also ICH kenn nur:Last night I lay trembling
The moon it was low
It was the end of love
Of misery and woe
Then suddenly above me
Her face buried in light
Came a vision of beauty
All covered in white
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the night has stole past
O Lucy, can you hear me?
Wherever you rest
I'll love her forever
I'll love her for all time
I'll love her till the stars
Fall down from the sky
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And I shake on the floor
O Lucy, can you hear me?
When I call and call
Now the bell-tower is ringing
And the moon it is high
O Lucy, can you hear me
When I cry and cry and cry
(Nick Cave)
:-))