Love
The Bride
Translated by Jessie Lemont (1918) · From The Book of Pictures
Love
Call me, Beloved! Call aloud to me!
Thy bride her vigil at the window keeps;
The evening wanes to dusk, the dimness creeps
Down empty alleys of the old plane-tree.
O! Let thy voice enfold me close about,
Or from this dark house, lonely and remote,
Through deep blue gardens where gray shadows float
I will pour forth my soul with hands stretched out ...
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MLA
Rilke, Rainer Maria. “The Bride.” Translated by Jessie Lemont. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rilke/15/.
Chicago
Rilke, Rainer Maria. “The Bride.” Translated by Jessie Lemont. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rilke/15/.
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