BLUE FLOWER 

"You ride the clouds and range the sky 
Your net about the stars cast;  
But do remember dear at last  
My soul can never soar so high. 

You build tall palaces in Spain 
Of fancy's fragile masonry,  
You search in vain the sullen sea 
And roam Assyria's plains in vain. 

The pyramids their summits press 
Against the clouded heavens high, 
Dear heart, it is not wise to fly 
Too far afield for happiness!" 

T'was thus she spoke in whispers low, 
Her hand laid softly on my head, 
But l just laughed and nothing said, 
Yet what she told was truth, l know. 

"Come where cool crystal brooks complain 
Their fleeting fate midst forest greens, 
And where the hanging cliff out leans 
As though to thunder on the plain. 

And somewhere, up some little glade, 
To gather raspberries we will climb, 
Or sit and watch the sky sublime 
From neath the rushes' tasseled shade. 

While many a story you will tell, 
And many a lie you'll whisper too; 
But l will read on petals true 
You love me not, you love me well. 

As rosy as an apple's rind 
Will be my cheeks burnt by the sun, 
And my long golden hair undone 
Around your neck in coils you'll wind. 

While if your lips on mine should burn 
No one in all the world will know, 
My hat is broad...and even so, 
T'were only your and my concern. 

And whet moon comes shining through 
The gap where tangled branches part, 
You'll hold me very close, dear heart, 
And l will clasp my arms round you. 

And when we walk the twilight gloom 
Of forest paths that homeward run, 
We'll gather many a kiss, each one 
As fragrant as the violets' bloom. 

And long amid the starlight glow 
We'll stand to talk outside my gate, 
For no one comes that way so late, 
And who should care l love you so?" 

Another kiss and she was gone; 
Like post l stood in the moan's stream! 
O beautiful beyond a dream, 
O small blue flower all my own! 

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Alas our love that grew so fair 
Has flown and faded from that hour, 
O my blue flower, my blue flower!... 
The world is sorrow everywhere. 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu

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Transcribed by Andrei Giurgiu
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania
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