Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VII. Love’s Power | | Last Night | | Christian Winther (1796–1876) |
| | From the Swedish by Théophile Julius Henry Marzials |
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LAST night the nightingale waked me, | |
| Last night when all was still; | |
| It sang in the golden moonlight | |
| From out the woodland hill. | |
| I opened the window gently, | 5 |
| And all was dreamy dew— | |
| And oh! the bird, my darling, | |
| Was singing, singing of you! | |
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| I think of you in the day-time; | |
| I dream of you by night— | 10 |
| I wake—would you were near me, | |
| And hot tears blind my sight. | |
| I hear a sigh in the lime-tree, | |
| The wind is floating through, | |
| And oh! the night, my darling, | 15 |
| Is longing, longing for you. | |
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| Nor think I can forget you! | |
| I could not though I would! | |
| I see you in all around me,— | |
| The stream, the night, the wood; | 20 |
| The flowers that sleep so gently, | |
| The stars above the blue, | |
| Oh! heaven itself, my darling, | |
| Is praying, praying for you. | | | |
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