ČUJEM VOJSKU

Čujem vojsku, što na kopno srne,
I topot konja kroz vodu, s pjenom oko koljena,
Osorni iza njih stoje, odjeveni u oklope crne,
Vozači preziruć uzde, uz zvižduk bičeva.

Oni uzvikuju u noć svoje bojne pokliče
Ja jecam u snu slušajuć smijeh im objestan.
Mrak mojih snova ko plameni bljesak rasporit će,
Kujuć na srce moje ko na nakovanj.

Dolaze pobjednički tresuć duge zelene vlasi:
Izlaze iz mora i s klicanjem jure po obali.
Moje srce, gdje ti je mudrost, tako očajno da si?
Moja ljubavi, ljubavi, ljubavi zašto me samog ostavi?

Chamber Music



Contents:

I
Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
II
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
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III
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
IV
When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
V
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
VI
I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
VII
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple−trees,
VIII
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
IX
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring−around in glee
X
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
XI
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
XII
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
XIII
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Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
XIV
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
XV
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
XVI
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
XVII
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
XVIII
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover's tale;
XIX
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
XX
In the dark pine−wood
I would we lay,
XXI
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
XXII
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain −− −
XXIII
This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
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XXIV
Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
XXV
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
XXVI
Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.
XXVII
Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison−dart,
XXVIII
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
XXIX
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
XXX
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
XXXI
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
XXXII
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
XXXIII
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
XXXIV
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Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
XXXV
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
XXXVI
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:

I

Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.

II

The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
Sedate and slow and gay;
She bends upon the yellow keys,
Her head inclines this way.
Shy thought and grave wide eyes and hands
That wander as they list −− −
The twilight turns to darker blue
With lights of amethyst.

III

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?
Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.

IV

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
And he is come to visit you.
O bend no more in revery
When he at eventide is calling.
Nor muse: Who may this singer be
Whose song about my heart is falling?
Know you by this, the lover's chant,
'Tis I that am your visitant.

V

Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
A merry air.
My book was closed,
I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
On the floor.
I have left my book,
I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
Through the gloom.
Singing and singing
A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair.

VI

I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.
I would be ever in that heart
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.

VII

My love is in a light attire
Among the apple−trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to woo
The young leaves as they pass,
My love goes slowly, bending to
Her shadow on the grass;
And where the sky's a pale blue cup
Over the laughing land,
My love goes lightly, holding up
Her dress with dainty hand.

VIII

Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood
To make it merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight
By ways that know the light footfall?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight
With mien so virginal?
The ways of all the woodland
Gleam with a soft and golden fire −− −
For whom does all the sunny woodland
Carry so brave attire?
O, it is for my true love
The woods their rich apparel wear −− −
O, it is for my own true love,
That is so young and fair.