Любви пришел конец;

Нет больше в темном мире места

Для наших двух сердец.

Не плачу, ибо прелесть лета

До осени видна;

И значит, наша песня спета -

Все выпито до дна !

И я устала от разлуки,

От сумрачной зимы;

Устала от душевной муки,

От безнадежной тьмы.

И если плакала сначала,

Встав на твоем пути -

Ну что ж, душа моя желала

Вслед за тобой уйти.

STANZAS TO -

Well, some may hate, and some may scorn,

And some may quite forget thy name;

But my sad heart must ever mourn

Thy ruined hopes, thy blighted fame !

'Twas thus I thought, an hour ago,

Even weeping o'er that weretch's woe;

One word turned back my gushing tears,

And lif my aftered eye with sneers.

Then 'Bless the friendly dust', I said,

'That hides thy unlamented head !

Vain as thou werf, and week as vain,

The slave of Falsehood, Pride and Pain, -

My heart has nought akin to thine;

Thy soul is powerless over mine.'

But these were thouhts that vanished too;

Unwise, unholy and untrue:

Do, I despise the timid deer,

Becouse his limbs are fleet with feer ?

Or, would I mock the wolf's death-howl,

Becouse his form is gauht and foul ?

Or, hear with joy the leveret's cry,

Becouse it cannot bravely die ?

No ! Then above his memory

Yet Pity's heart as tender be;

Say, 'Earth, lie lightly on that breast,

And, kind Heaven, grant that spirit rest !'

СТИХИ К -

Пусть ненавидят все и пусть

Спешат забыть тебя скорей,

Но я лелею в сердце грусть