I"m coming back to my forgotten world
From radiant romantic fairy land,
From terrible nightmares, I had got,
From depths of libraries , from riddles to understand.
I close the ancient volumes read so far,
And walk along the river by the snow:
I’ll see you soon my beautiful Nekkar,
I won"t forget your wonderful nightglow.
I won"t forget the towers overhead,
Plane trees and scarlet carpet of the roofs,
And Schwarzwald mounts, cold, serene and sad,
The crystal air which consoles and soothes.
And so I stay alone on the bridge,
The same as was in long-forgotten dreams
And my sapphire drinks moonlight to bewitch
And whispers something in this magic gleam
Tuebingen
© Copyright: Петровская Мария Георгиевна, 2013
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