A keresés eredménye

Sensation

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In the summer's blue eves, I will go on the paths,
Tingled by the stubble, treading on the thin grass:
Dreaming, I shall feel its coolness under my feet,
I will let the wind bathe my naked head at will.
 
I shall not speak , I shall think of nothing at all,
but infinite love will raise itself in my soul,
And I'll go far, real far, just like a bohemian,
in wild Nature, -happy,
as if with a woman.
 

Sensation

Through the blue summer days, I shall travel all the ways,
Pricked by the ears of maize, trampling the dew :
A dreamer, I will gaze, as underfoot the coolness plays.
I’ll let the evening breeze drench my head anew.
 
I shall say not a thing,I shall think not a thing :
But an infinite love will swell in my soul,
And far off I shall go, a bohemian,
Through Nature – as happy, as if I had a girl.