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Blunt, Wilfrid Scawen: A Nocturne

Portre of Blunt, Wilfrid Scawen

A Nocturne (English)

The Moon has gone to her rest,

A full hour ago.

The Pleiads have found a nest

In the waves below.

Slow, the Hours one by one

In Midnight's footsteps creep.

Lovers who lie alone

Soon wake to weep.

Slow--footed tortoise Hours, will ye not hasten on,

Till from his prison

In the golden East

A new day shall have risen,

And the last stars be gone,

Like guests belated from a bridal feast?

When the long night is done

Then shall ye sleep.

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Notturno (Hungarian)

Nem látni holdvilágot

  jó órája már.

Elbújtak a Plejádok

  lenn, hol zúg az ár.

Órák osonnak ott

  az éjfél lábnyomán.

Szerelmes fölzokog

  párja után.

Teknősként ballagó órák, maradnotok

  kell-e, míg kibújhat

  arany keleti

égen börtönéből az új nap,

s tűnnek a csillagok,

mint nászlakoma rest vendégei?

  Az éj enyészni fog,

  s nyugodni ti.

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