20
ARMENIAN POEMS.
I find there floating, clear and pale,
My face! Its waters hold
No other secret in their breast
Than wavelets manifold.
My face! Its waters hold
No other secret in their breast
Than wavelets manifold.
I heard a heart's ethereal throb;
It whispered tenderly:
"Dost thou desire a heart?" it said.
"Beloved, come to me!"
It whispered tenderly:
"Dost thou desire a heart?" it said.
"Beloved, come to me!"
I wished to love the zephyr soft
That breathes o'er fields of bloom;
It woundeth none,—a gentle soul
Whose secret is perfume.
That breathes o'er fields of bloom;
It woundeth none,—a gentle soul
Whose secret is perfume.
So sweet it is, it has the power
To nurse a myriad dreams;
To mournful spirits, like the scent
Of paradise it seems.
To nurse a myriad dreams;
To mournful spirits, like the scent
Of paradise it seems.
Then from a sheaf of glowing flames
To me a whisper stole:
It murmured low, "Dost thou desire
To worship a pure soul?"
To me a whisper stole:
It murmured low, "Dost thou desire
To worship a pure soul?"
I wished to make the lyre alone
My heart's companion still,
To know it as a loving friend,
And guide its chords at will.
My heart's companion still,
To know it as a loving friend,
And guide its chords at will.
