When Memory ...
When memory of bygone days
My spirit would detain
Down long and often trodden ways
I travel the past again.
Above your house are lit as then
The same bright stars of old,
That shone those summer evenings when
My passion's tale I told.
And through the branches' silver lace
The moon peers from above.
As when midst lovers' warm embrace
We whispered of our love.
Our hearts a solemn vow then took
To love for ever and aye;
While tenderly the lilac shook
Its blossoms on our way.
Could ever such a love as ours
In night's oblivion wane,
While still among the thirsty flowers
The bubbling springs complain;
While still above the woods asleep
The moon her journey plies;
While still your lips their beauty keeps
And coaxing are your eyes?
poem by Mihai Eminescu
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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