Eve On The Hill

Poems by Mihai Eminescu about Love, Art, Magic, Old, Olderness, Stars, Night, Longing, Press, Sky

Eve On The Hill

Dreary the horn sounds in the eve on the hill,
Sheepflocks return, stars on their way twinkle still,
Watersprings weep murmuring clear, and I see
Under a tree, love, thou art waiting for me.

Holy and pure passes the moon on the sky,
Moist seem the stars born from the vault clear and high,
Longing thine eyes look from afar to divine,
Heaving thy breast, pensive thy head doth recline.

Tired with their toil, peasants come back from the field,
From the old church, labourer's comfort and shield,
Voices of bells thrill the whole sky high above;
Struck is my heart, trembling and burning with love.

Ah! very soon quietness steals over all,
Ah! very soon hasten shall I to thy call,
Under the tree, there I shall sit the whole night,
Telling thee, love, thou art my only delight.

Cheek press'd to cheek, there in sweet ecstasy we,
Falling asleep under the old locust-tree,
Smiling in dream, seem in a heaven to live,
For such a night who his whole life would not give?
Poems by Mihai Eminescu about love, art, magic, old, olderness, stars, night, longing, press, sky.
(1885, Translated by P. Grimm)
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Mihai Eminescu (1850-1889) The biggest romanian poet and one of the best-known poets of the world

Was born on: 15 jan 1850.
Died on 15 jun 1889, at 39 years old.