Classic Poem

AUGUSTUS A MAC-KEAT

Give me your hand, let us sit down, my dear,
These Pali broken; like, see the citadel
Amid ravines and a giant block;
Of ancient Babel looks like a walking,
Or captive to the tops of mountains, an arch
Tiring of his weight the universe ocean.

For a living! distant clicks, listening,
Do you hear the clamor of the fort redoubt?
La, the Mouvans helmets, forests muskets,
Harrow groaning, the sound of frames:
It looks like the dungeon sown with jewels,
At these lights in many royal banquets.

You see, I obey: my indifference
Are you happy enough? To me, what suffering!
Be alone with you without overwhelming you with love!
No, it can not be, you appear to me too beautiful,
Farewell all my oaths; fraternal friendship
The point is made for us: will I burn forever!

Oh! you're child! Respect nonsense
Fats and prejudices; you bend the nonsense
In a world that hates us, and which virtues
Which blush thy God! Do you think the nature
Mad and misleading voice? Oh! stops my torture;
If you do not want to rule over abaitus walls.

But this love which thou surly watches
In you all the while you detects and preaching;
The curve of your womb, your eyes smiling
Your not fast and light, soft or your laziness,
Your sweet body and your hand caress.
Any force raffolir most carefree.

Before us, the lovers, who, on discreet grass,
Spent more happy, do you know the name? coquette!
Who will tell them yours? this place does not betray!
You weep now: Oh! delirious drunkenness!
That your silence is sweet to my heart which oppresses;
I choke fun in the ring of your arm!

You, who was so long echo of my punishment,
Night! extended to me this night, delight.
Our torments are long, our happiness is short!
Who! I bless, I kiss the bomb
That would kill us and dig our grave.
But death is for me without sword and without help!