1. nov, 2016

The Lake by Mihai Eminescu

Water lilies load all over
The blue lake amid the woods
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a boat it's moods

And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the reeds may issue
And fall, gently, on my breast;

That we may jump in the little
Boat, while water's voices whelm
All our feelings; that enchanted
I may drop my oars and helm;

That all charmed we may be floating
While moon's kindly light surrounds
Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle
And the waving water sounds

But she does not come; abandoned,
Vainly I endure and sigh
Lonely, as the water lilies
On the blue lake ever lie

Photograph taken in Herastrau Park, Bucharest, Romania (2016)