He wishes his Beloved were Dead
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
El desea que su Amada estuviera muerta
Si tan solo yacieras fría y muerta,
Mientras la luz palidece al Oeste
Aquí te acercarías ,tu cabeza
inclinarías dulce y suavemente
yo apoyaría la mía en tu pecho;
tiernas palabras me susurrarías ,
Perdonándome, porque estabas muerta:
No te levantarían ni te irías ,
Precipitademente,ni de prisa
Aunque como los pájaros salvajes
Adónde quisieras podrías volar
Pero tu hermoso pelo bien lo sabes
Está enredado y atado alrededor
De la luna ,del sol , de las estrellas
Desearía amada que yacieras
Bajo las acederas en la tierra
Mientras las luces leves palidecen .
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