April Night

All the town is sleeping
Underneath the hill;
Only I am keeping
Restless vigil still.

Through the day I've waited,
Still I watch at night:
Who can tell the fated
Hour of love-delight?

All the world is sleeping,
Fain would I sleep too:
But my heart wakes, keeping
Vigil here for you.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.