Capitolo 48
The woods still grow for the sacred time.
Rise, white person in love! the day draws nearby.
The grey trees tilt him to the east in fear.
'Waters give clear where once I died. . . .'
Beloved which the voice this was that cried?
'Waters give clear that come to the sun
Whence give clear that raced of starward. . . .
I found the body of love and lost his/her soul,
And it crumbled in flame that would have had to moderate. . .
As I am again never whole,
From that dark waters I will be recovered?'
Silence. . . .the red leaves, one to the time,
Fall. Far street, the run of maenads.
Silence. Under of my naked feet
The veins of the red earth inflate and pulsation.
The dead sigh of leaves on the shaken air,
Far by the bond of maenads their hair. . . .
Expedite, beloved! the day comes soon.
The fire is deduced by the heart of the moon.
* * * * *
The great cracks of bell and it finally falls.
The moon turns out. The sky still grows.
You look, as the cloud white crosses the stars
And suddenly drops behind the hill!
Your eyes are placid, you smile at me,
We soothe in the room from candle-light.
We peer at in each other veins and we see
Any signal of the things that we have seen this night.
Only, a song is in Your ears,
A song that you have felt, you think, in dream:
The song that only feels the demon,
In the dark forest where cry of maenads. . .
'Waters give clear where once I died. . .
Of bright calm evening with stars. . . '
Do The strange words intend what? You say,--
And it touches my hand, and it turns away.
XIII.
The doors mean-dams through which we felt that music
It is slightly closed. Horns murmur down for making to keep silent.
The stars turn out, the night grows deep.
Obscurity establishes on us. A vague refrain
Drowsily it picks to the drowsy brain.
In the innumerable rooms we stretch sleep and we.
Where have we been? What a wild chaos of music
Do you whirl in our dreams?--We suddenly rise in obscurity,
Opens our eyes, cries, and once more sleeps.
We dream that we am sea-so that innumerable that languidly foam
A warm beach illuminated by the white moon;