A Farewell
George Willian Russel (poeta irlandês, 1867–1935)
I GO down from the hills half in gladness, and half with a pain I depart, | |
| Where the Mother with gentlest breathing made music on lip and in heart; | |
| For I know that my childhood is over: a call comes out of the vast, | |
| And the love that I had in the old time, like beauty in twilight, is past. | |
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| I am fired by a Danaan whisper of battles afar in the world, |
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| And my thought is no longer of peace, for the banners in dream are unfurled, | |
| And I pass from the council of stars and of hills to a life that is new: | |
| And I bid to you stars and you mountains a tremulous long adieu. | |
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| I will come once again as a master, who played here as child in my dawn | |
| I will enter the heart of the hills where the gods of the old world are gone. |
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| And will war like the bright Hound of Ulla with princes of earth and of sky. | |
| For my dream is to conquer the heavens and battle for kingship on high. |
3 comentários:
sempre de boa
Muito de boa, sempre...
Boa chegada... E CALAAAA BOOOOCAAAA
será que ele chegou??
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