It shakes,–my trees shake; for a wind is roused
In cavern where it housed:
Each white and quivering sail,
Of boats among the water leaves
Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale:
Each maiden sings again,
— Each languid maiden, whom the calm
Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm,
Miles down my river to the sea
They float and wane,
Long miles away from me.
2 thoughts on “Christina Georgina Rossetti”
Много е красиво, поетично!
Да, текстът е от сестрата на Данте Габриел Росети, станала известна поетеса..