Daybreak / На заре ()

Песни на стихи Джека Лондона The blushing dawn the easy illumes, The birds their merry matins sing, The buds breath forth their sweet perfumes, And butterflies are on the wing. I pause beneath the window high, The door is locked, the house is quiet; ‘This there, abed, she sure must lie, − To Wake her, — ah! I’ll try it. And pebbles hurtling through the air, Strike full upon the window-pane, Awaking her who slumbers there With their insistent hurricane. Ye gods! In my imagination, The wondrous scene do I behold — A nymph’s bewildered consternation At summons thus so fierce and bold. A moment passes, then I see The gauzy curtains drawn aside, And sweet eyes beaming down on me, And then a window upward glide. Fair as the morn, with rosy light, She blushed with a faint surprise, Then thinking of the previous night, In dulcet tones she softly cries: It should have been put out by Nan, But I’ll be down within a minute – No, never mind, leave your own can, And put two quarts, please, in it.