And Betty’s standing at the door, And Betty’s face with joy o’erflows, Proud of herself, and proud of him, She sees him in his travelling trim; How quietly her Johnny goes. The silence of her idiot boy, What hopes it sends to Betty’s heart! He’s at the guide-post – he turns right, She watches till he’s out of sight, And Betty will not then depart
Aidee Venturaцитирует7 месяцев назад
A slumber did my spirit seal, I had no human fears: She seem’d a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years
Un sueño selló mi espíritu, No tenía miedos humanos: Ella parecía una cosa que no podía sentir El toque de los años terrenales
Aidee Venturaцитирует7 месяцев назад
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel – I feel it all.
Aidee Venturaцитирует7 месяцев назад
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel – I feel it all