Vision (Tarnowski)

I cried by night – I fell asleep morning I saw her pale sorrowful face, She stood altered in monastic dress In myrtle's grove, with lyre she cried. . . . I stooped and I kissed her tears Which glittered as on cheek of white lily's, But from my eyes flowed down new tears And my tears hung on her face. . . . So again I saw her cheek in tears And saying don’t cry … with heart I laughed!.. At the time I wake up …
 * The nightmare disappeared !..

She disappeared......... 1869. Weimar.

Widzenie (Tarnowski, 1869)