Annasta in the meadows
Down beside the flashing fall,
Singing unrecorded songs-
Is not for men like me,
In daydream state her form belongs
When she exists at all,
Behind my shoulder, there she goes;
The girl who shouldn't be.
Trick of light
Or lucid sprite-
Dancing almost out of sight
Of idle waking moment
Queen of shadows, of desire,
Kissing lips of phantoms born
Of dreary men, like me;
In summer heat my heart is torn
By duty or by fire,
Her dancing footfalls seem so meant-
But oh – it couldn't be.
Sweet delight,
Or passion's bite;
Dancing almost out of sight.
In veils of spray and roses
Is she crowned with eglantine?
A thorny wayside maiden blooms,
She's not for men like me;
In fantasy I fashion looms,
Embroidering a scene;
Wherein enchantments she proposes,
Joys, which cannot be.
Common right,
Or reason's flight?
Dancing almost out of sight.
Annasta, oh, my withered dreams,
Are wrought in bartered hope,
Despair of ever knowing her,
Is always haunting me;
So bleak the future I infer,
So limited my scope,
The only chance of living seems-
A girl who shouldn't be.
Child of light,
Temptation's blight,
Dancing, almost out of sight.
As morning breaks I'll rise and go
In silence to the stream,
I'll wait as sunrise wakes the land
Faint hope imbuing me,
And if she comes I'll understand
A man is right to dream,
I'll put my case and then I'll know...
If this is meant to be.
No trick of light,
My lucid sprite-
As she's dancing out of sight.
I offer all my human days
For sweet Annasta's kiss,
Her form among the meadowgold
Enchants a man like me;
Her footsteps ring a thousandfold
The patterned dance of bliss,
And now I meet her smiling gaze-
And see her beckon me.
An airy flight,
Into the light...
As now we're dancing out of sight.
Down beside the flashing fall,
Singing unrecorded songs-
Is not for men like me,
In daydream state her form belongs
When she exists at all,
Behind my shoulder, there she goes;
The girl who shouldn't be.
Trick of light
Or lucid sprite-
Dancing almost out of sight
Of idle waking moment
Queen of shadows, of desire,
Kissing lips of phantoms born
Of dreary men, like me;
In summer heat my heart is torn
By duty or by fire,
Her dancing footfalls seem so meant-
But oh – it couldn't be.
Sweet delight,
Or passion's bite;
Dancing almost out of sight.
In veils of spray and roses
Is she crowned with eglantine?
A thorny wayside maiden blooms,
She's not for men like me;
In fantasy I fashion looms,
Embroidering a scene;
Wherein enchantments she proposes,
Joys, which cannot be.
Common right,
Or reason's flight?
Dancing almost out of sight.
Annasta, oh, my withered dreams,
Are wrought in bartered hope,
Despair of ever knowing her,
Is always haunting me;
So bleak the future I infer,
So limited my scope,
The only chance of living seems-
A girl who shouldn't be.
Child of light,
Temptation's blight,
Dancing, almost out of sight.
As morning breaks I'll rise and go
In silence to the stream,
I'll wait as sunrise wakes the land
Faint hope imbuing me,
And if she comes I'll understand
A man is right to dream,
I'll put my case and then I'll know...
If this is meant to be.
No trick of light,
My lucid sprite-
As she's dancing out of sight.
I offer all my human days
For sweet Annasta's kiss,
Her form among the meadowgold
Enchants a man like me;
Her footsteps ring a thousandfold
The patterned dance of bliss,
And now I meet her smiling gaze-
And see her beckon me.
An airy flight,
Into the light...
As now we're dancing out of sight.