SONNET II
The years have sped, and time still swiftly flies
Since that first sacred hour in which
we met;
But how we loved I can no more forget,
Sweet wonder with cold hands and such
big eyes.
O, come again! Your words inspire me yet,
While your soft gaze upon me gently
lies,
That'neath its ray new life in shall
rise,
And you new songs upon my lyre beget.
When you come near to me you little know
How soothed my heart is then, as though
with balm,
As when some star does in the heavens
show;
Your childish smile so full of tender charm
Has power to quench this life drawn out
in woe
And fill my eyes with fire, my soul
with calm.
English
version by Corneliu M. Popescu
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