COUNTRY dear and beautiful; O Moldavia, my beloved! Whoever departs and leaves thee Is struck with heavy grief, For, floating in soft visions On thy breast, as in a paradise, Sweet is life with thee, Like a sweet day in May! I leave thee, loved country, I take myself away from thy sky; But with my soul in mourning, I weep bitterly, bitterly sigh. Sad now at parting, I am seized with shivering; And now every sweet illusion For me is extinguished. Who knows, who knows Whether, driven by the wind of fate, I shall return in joyousness To kiss thy soil! If I shall see once again Thy echoing mountains, Which, with uplifted heads, Lose themselves proudly amid the clouds, And thy forests of verdure, Where flow and gently whisper The cool rills that give life, The songs that tell of regret. And thy sky that smiles To the soul of the Rouman, And all that loves me, And all that I love! Here is the hour of setting forth; Here is the very bitter hour! Joy and happiness, I leave them on thy frontier, And my soul says to thee: "O Moldavia! that I mourn for, Adieu! remain happy, That I may again find thee happy." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS WINTER: MY SECRET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SHRINE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 17 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |