This one of a great Poetry by Eminescu , the best-known and most influential Romanian poet .
This peom called Evening Star .
I hope you enjoy it .
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There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.
She was her parents' only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.
From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nookBright
Evening-star expects.
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every
soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily
in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.
And to her room with her slow
bears his steps and aims
Weaving out of his sparkles cold
A toil of shaking flames.
And when she throws upon her bed
Her tired limbs and reposes,
He glides his light along her hands
And her sweet eyelash closes.
And from the mirror on her
beam has spread and burns,
On her big eyes that beat though closed
And on her face that turns.
Her smiles view him; the mirror
trembling in the nook
For he is plunging in her dream
So that their souls may hook.
She speaks with him in sleep and
her heart's swelled veins drum :-
" O sweet Lord of my fairy nights,
Why thou not? Come!
Descend to me, mild
Evening-starThou canst glide on a beam,
Enter my dwelling and my
over my life gleam!"
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily renew
When in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.
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To fow all "Evening Star" .. please go to this link in The Voice Of Romania :
http://www.romanianvoice.com/poezii/poezii_tr/eveningstar.php
This peom called Evening Star .
I hope you enjoy it .
----------------------------------------------------
There was, as in the fairy tales,
As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.
She was her parents' only child,
Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.
From the deep shadow of the vaults
Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nookBright
Evening-star expects.
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every
soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her whim
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily
in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.
And to her room with her slow
bears his steps and aims
Weaving out of his sparkles cold
A toil of shaking flames.
And when she throws upon her bed
Her tired limbs and reposes,
He glides his light along her hands
And her sweet eyelash closes.
And from the mirror on her
beam has spread and burns,
On her big eyes that beat though closed
And on her face that turns.
Her smiles view him; the mirror
trembling in the nook
For he is plunging in her dream
So that their souls may hook.
She speaks with him in sleep and
her heart's swelled veins drum :-
" O sweet Lord of my fairy nights,
Why thou not? Come!
Descend to me, mild
Evening-starThou canst glide on a beam,
Enter my dwelling and my
over my life gleam!"
She looks as in the distant seas
He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.
To look at him every night
Her soul her instincts spur;
And as he looks at her for weeks
He falls in love with her.
And as on her elbows she leans
Her temple and her
She feels in her heart and soul that
She falls in love with him.
And ev'ry night his stormy flames
More stormily renew
When in the shadow of the castle
She shows to his bright view.
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To fow all "Evening Star" .. please go to this link in The Voice Of Romania :
http://www.romanianvoice.com/poezii/poezii_tr/eveningstar.php
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