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Translated by J. Bowring
AGAINST white Buda’s walls a vine | |
| Doth its white branches fondly twine: | |
| O no! it was no vine-tree there; | |
| It was a fond, a faithful pair, | |
| Bound each to each in earliest vow,— | 5 |
| And, O, they must be severed now! | |
| And these their farewell words: “We part,— | |
| Break from my bosom,—break, my heart! | |
| Go to a garden,—go and see | |
| Some rose-branch blushing on the tree; | 10 |
| And from that branch a rose-flower tear, | |
| Then place it on thy bosom bare; | |
| And as its leaflets fade and pine, | |
| So fades my sinking heart in thine.” | |
| And thus the other spoke: “My love! | 15 |
| A few short paces backward move, | |
| And to the verdant forest go; | |
| There ’s a fresh water-fount below; | |
| And in the fount a marble stone, | |
| Which a gold cup reposes on; | 20 |
| And in the cup a ball of snow,— | |
| Love! take that ball of snow to rest | |
| Upon thine heart within thy breast, | |
| And as it melts unnoticed there, | |
| So melts my heart in thine, my dear!” | 25 |
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