LEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.
'Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And raised such tumults in my breast;
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost;
My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung;
In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away.
The first poem in the whole human's history to describe a loving soul's symptoms of feeling in the body.By this very poem started the history of such form poems.
I didn't understand it even a bit. Yet, there is a beauty in it. That perhaps is poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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