She slumbers

She lounges on the soft moss, and holds curved

that arm, that both moss and locks caress, -

A cover of green shade, gently moving,

descends from the poplars' silvery foliage;

She breathes sighs, and laughs, as if

dreams coursed through her soul, playing cheerfully;

O, sweet hope! Soon she will open her eyes,

soon heaven will give rise to new heavens:

Sleep well! I see the dark night emerging,

when thou shalt keep thine eyes forever closed, -

Then thou shalt slumber, but canst not wake again:

Then will the turf, that thou now coverst, cover thee,

then no ray of sunlight will caress thy lips,

no song of the forest wake thee from thy slumbers. -