At last the secret is out As it always must come in the end The delicious story is ripe to tell To the intimate friend Over the tea-cups and in the square
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the glass To prove it possibler I turned my being round and round And paused
When I am old and comforted And done with this desire With memory to share my bed When I am old and comforted And done with this desire With peace to
There is a wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep, stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was Where the
I went to Heaven 'Twas a small town Lit with a ruby Lathed them with down Stiller than the fields At the full dew Beautiful as pictures No man drew No
This, no song of ingenue This, no ballad of innocence This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever her natural bents This, a solo of sapience This, a
If you were coming in the fall I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn As housewives do a fly If I could see you in a year I'd wind
were Nothing more but nothing less Many thrive on frugal fare Who would perish of excess Promise me no promises Well, promise me no promises So will I not promise
Come, let me sing into your ear Those dancing days are gone All that silk and satin gear Crouch upon a stone Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a
Lady, weeping at the crossroads Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds And the hawk on his glove? Bribe the bird then on the branches
If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror No vanity is displayed I
Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as
Перевод: Карла Бруни. Обещания Как корка пирога.
: Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In
: If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed
: Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come
: There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. Nought
