When the silver moon flashes through the bushes, And his slumbering light scatters across the lawn And the nightingale flutes (warbles), I wonder sadly from bush to bush. Shrouded in greenery, a pair of doves coo Their delight in front of me, but I turn myself away, Search for darker shades, And the lonely tears run. When, o smiling image, which like Morning-red Radiates through my soul, shall I find you on earth? And the lonely tears tremble more hotly down my cheeks!🌙🌒🌓🌕🌚
Très émouvante !! Merci !!
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When the silver moon flashes through the bushes,
And his slumbering light scatters across the lawn
And the nightingale flutes (warbles),
I wonder sadly from bush to bush.
Shrouded in greenery, a pair of doves coo
Their delight in front of me,
but I turn myself away, Search for darker shades,
And the lonely tears run.
When, o smiling image, which like Morning-red
Radiates through my soul, shall I find you on earth?
And the lonely tears tremble more hotly down my cheeks!🌙🌒🌓🌕🌚