Tender only to one Tender and true The petals swing To my fingering Is it you, or you, or you
Tender only to one I do not know his name And the friends who fall To the petals’ call May think my love to blame
Tender only to one This petal...
Oh, gray and tender is the rain,
That drips, drips on the pane
A hundred things come in the door,
The scent of herbs, the thought of yore
The flowers have tender little
That love, rejoice, aspire
Each star that on its orbit
Feels infinite desire
In the first rise and infancy of farce,
When fools were many, and when plays were
The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease,
A young and unexperienc'd audience please:
HE has tender eyes that
All her prim, set lips suppress —Daring thoughts that ever
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
Hints of sudden
Ніби сон, який падає з неба
Або робить фігури найвищого пілотажу,
Я бачу, як виринають тексти з Еребу,
Ковтаючи в Леті воду зауважень.