<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=36825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>'Tis Eve on the Hillside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis eve on the hillside, the bagpipes are distantly wailing, <br>Flocks going homewards, and stars o'er the firmament sailing, <br>Sound of the bubbling spring sorrow's legend narrating, <br>And beneath a tall willow for me, dear one, you are waiting. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wandering moon up the heavens her journey is wending, <br>Big-eyed you watch through the boughs her gold lantern ascending, <br>Now over the dome of the sky all the planets are gleaming, <br>And heavy your breast with its longing, your brow with its dreaming. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cornfields bright flooded with beams by the clouds steeply drifted, <br>Old cottage gables of thatch to the moonlight uplifted, <br>The tall wooden arm of the well in the wind softly grating, <br>And the shepherd-boy's pipe from the sheep-pen sad "doina" relating. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peasants, their scythes on their backs, from their labour are coming, <br>The sound of the "toaca" its summons more loudly is drumming, <br>While the clang of the village church bell fills the evening entire, <br>And with longing for you like a faggot my soul is on fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, soon will the village be silent and scarce a light burning, <br>O, soon eager steps to the hillside again I'll be turning, <br>And all the night long I will clasp you in love's hungry fashion, <br>And in secret we'll tell to each other the tale of our passion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till at last we will fall fast asleep neath the shade of that willow, <br>Your lips drawn aside in a smile and your breast for my pillow, <br>O, to live one such beautiful night all these wonders fulfilling <br>And barter the rest of existence, who would not be willing?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mihai+Eminescu">Mihai Eminescu</a>, translated by Corneliu M. Popescu<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=36825" data-title="'Tis Eve on the Hillside de Mihai Eminescu" data-description="'Tis eve on the hillside, the bagpipes are distantly wailing, /Flocks going homewards, and stars o'er the firmament sailing, /Sound of the bubbling spring sorrow's legend narrating, /And beneath a tall willow for me, dear one, you are waiting. /Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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