The Years Have Passed Poem by Peter Mamara

by M.Eminescu (1850-1889)

The years have passed like long clouds on the plain,
And in no way they shall come back again.
Today I'm not rapt the way those stories,
Puzzles, songs, and myths by the lorries,
Barely meaningful yet full of meaning that I've red,
Have inspired and cheered my young head.
Oh, hour of darkness, you, and end of a twilight,
Now in vain you both enfold me with your night.
To pluck a sound from my life's past,
Oh soul you, and making you once more stir at last,
I gently pass my hand on my lyre in vain.
All is lost to the end, in my youth's horizon.
My sweet lips of other times, that were best, now are quiet.
And the time accumulates behind me… I get depressed.

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