XXXI. O, it was out by Donnycarney...

Был день: в лесу близ Донникерни
Бродили мы, тревожа сов;
Какие нежные признанья
Шептала мне моя любовь!

Как бы уроком дуновений,
Уроком ласки для ветвей —
Был этих нежных дерзновений
Наш поцелуй любви нежней.




O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said to me.

Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring - O, happily! -
But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me.