Enigma
Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
Some men are born to gather women's tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
The noblest name in Allegory's page,
The hand that traced inexorable rage;
A pleasing moralist whose page refined,
Displays the deepest knowledge of the mind;
Enigma MeaМои Поступки странны для Других, –
Но эта «Странность» не моя, а их:
Я лишь Позор, мне чуждый, освещаю,
Душой зеркальной Нечто отражая.
How long I have wished for something I know well,
But what that something is I cannot tell
So often at sunrise in sad tears I
Shivering with longing for its sake;