The Last Night Of Summer to Mary Ann

    Если бывает на свете платоническая любовь, то для меня это Mary Ann. Таких прекрасных девушек даже на Руси - одна на миллион. Рассказывать, кто она и как я к ней отношусь, было бы неполиткорректно, потому что закономерность печальна - как умная и красивая леди, так обязательно чья-нибудь жена. А вот посвятить ей стихотворение мне никто не запретит. Эпиграф из Джорджа Байрона прилагается.

"...Though smile and sigh alike are vain
When severed hearts repine
My spirit flies o'er Mount and Main
And mourns in search of thine..."
                G.G.Byron

             The Last Night Of Summer
                Dedicated to Mary Ann

The somniferous fog fills the gardens
Stretching far to the gelid lake's strand
And this last night the summer's heart hardens
In a sorrow awaiting the end

From the river's shore I meet the autumn
Its appearance, I'm sure, won't retard
All my vain hopes rest deep at the bottom
And the spiritless surface heeds God

'Twas one more season tainted by darkness
The eventful and real days were few
But despite the grief I searched the likeness
For the grace incarnated in you

Time is blind in my joyless dimension
The fate's portends are vague to descry
And the demons I don't wish to mention
Soar above me eclipsing the sky

I'm an heir with no continuation
Same as you, lady, chained by the skill
I'm a priest of the cryptic creation
And the love which I can't dare to feel

The assuaging day-light near my dwelling
Was in you and I'll grieve when 'twill cease
I'll recall how the faint tune was spelling
When your fingers were touching the keys

In my dreams you become my compeer
Who could sense the cold pulse of this land
You'd be here... and I would be sincere...
But the History won't understand

I must stay in a world full of evil
And its vile tricks no one can foretell
I expect the bright beauty's retrieval
But yet don't want to bid you farewell