<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Romaic Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enter thy garden of roses,<br>Beloved and fair Haidée,<br>Each morning where Flora reposes,<br>For surely I see her in thee.<br>Oh, Lovely! thus low I implore thee, <br>Receive this fond truth from my tongue,<br>Which utters its song to adore thee,<br>Yet trembles for what it has sung;<br>As the branch, at the bidding of Nature,<br>Adds fragrance and fruit to the tree,<br>Through her eyes, through her every feature, <br>Shines the soul of the young Haidée.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the loveliest garden grows hateful<br>When Love has abandon'd the bowers;<br>Bring me hemlock - since mine is un­grateful, <br>That herb is more fragrant than flowers.<br>The poison, when pour 'd from the chalice,<br>Will deeply embitter the bowl;<br>But when drunk to escape from thy malice,<br>The draught shall be sweet to my soul.<br>Too cruel! in vain I implore thee <br>My heart from these horrors to save:<br>Will nought to my bosom restore thee?<br>Then open the gates of the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the chief who to combat advances <br>Secure of his conquest before,<br>Thus thou, with those eyes for thy lances,<br>Halt pierced through my heart to its core.<br>Ah, tell me, my soul! must I perish<br>By pangs which a smile would dispel?<br>Would the hope, which thou once bad'st me cherish, <br>For torture repay me too well?<br>Now sad is the garden of roses,<br>Beloved but false Haidée!<br>There Flora all wither'd reposes,<br>And mourns o'er thing absence with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song, translated by Byron - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><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=396274" data-title="The Romaic Song" data-description="I enter thy garden of roses, Beloved and fair Haidée, Each morning where Flora reposes, For surely I see her in thee. Oh, Lovely! thus low I implore thee, Receive this fond truth from my tongue, Which utters its song to adore thee, Yet trembles ..."></div> </div> </div>

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