WHEN MEMORY... 

When memory of bygone days 
My spirit would detain   
Down long and often trodden ways 
I travel the past again. 

Above your house are lit as then  
The same bright stars of old, 
That shone those summer evenings when 
My passion's tale I told. 

And through the branches' silver lace 
The moon peers from above.  
As when midst lovers' warm embrace 
We whispered of our love. 

Our hearts a solemn vow then took 
To love for ever and aye; 
While tenderly the lilac shook 
Its blossoms on our way. 

Could ever such a love as ours 
In night's oblivion wane, 
While still among the thirsty flowers 
The bubbling springs complain; 

While still above the woods asleep 
The moon her journey plies; 
While still your lips their beauty keep 
And coaxing are your eyes? 

English version by Corneliu M. Popescu 
 

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Transcribed by Ciprian Munteanu
School No. 10, Focsani, Romania
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