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At midnight, in the month of June,
On a June midnight
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
I stand under the mysterious moonlight
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
The drowsy water vapor is wet and dim
Exhales from out her golden rim,
From her golden outline
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
And then slowly drop by drop
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Dripping on the silent mountain top
Steals drowsily and musically
Stealing with the sound of balderdash
Into the universal valley,
Sneak into the usual valley
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
Rosemary nods to the grave
The lily lolls upon the wave;
The lilies hang down against the waves
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
Its chest is wrapped in mist
The ruin molders into rest;Looking like the Lethe
Peaceful and peaceful, destroyed and decayed, just like forgotten
See! the lake
Look! lake water
A conscious slumber seems to take,
It's like catching the conscious sleep
And would not, for the world, awake.
But can't wake up from this world
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
All beautiful dreams! Look! over there
Irene, with her Destinies！
Goddesses come with their fate
O, lady bright! can it be right-
Oh, beautiful girl!
Is that correct-
This window open to the night?
This window opens towards night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
The licentious atmosphere spreading wantonly from the top of the tree
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
Laughing and falling through the window lattice
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
The invisible breath is like a feast for witches
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
Fly into the room and disappear again
And wave the curtain canopy
It sways the curtain
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Intermittent apprehension
Above the closed and fringed lid
Leaving the closed dome with tassels
''Neath which thy slumb′′ring soul lies hid,
In the depths of dreams that hide the echo of soul lies
That, o′′er the floor and down the wall,
It skimmed the floor and slid across the wall
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Like the rise and fall of ghosts and monsters!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Oh, sweetheart, you never panic?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Why are you sleeping here? What emerges from the dream?
Sure thou art come O′′er far-off seas,
You came over the remote sea
A wonder to these garden trees!
It is a miracle to plant trees in the court!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
They wonder about your pale face and clothes
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
Especially surprised by your slender hair
And this all solemn silentness!
And everything is so solemn and holy
My lover sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
My love falls asleep! Oh, let her sleep
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Immortality exists forever, so the depth is unpredictable!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
Heaven made her keep this holy moment forever!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
Make this bedroom more holy and solemn
This bed for one more melancholy,
Sleeping on the couch is more sad
I pray to God that she may lie
I prayed to the gods She just lay still
For ever with unopened eye,
With closed eyes, never return
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
And the pale face conceals the ghosts of Jingtu!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
My love, she fell asleep! Oh, let her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
The cycle is endless!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
May the insects creep gently on her side!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
May the dark and deep forest
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Open her too wide tomb
Some vault that of the flung its black
Some graves have made it black
winged panels fluttering back,
Winged tombstones flutter back
Triumphant, o′′er the crested palls,
Flying over the crown of the coffin, proud
Of her grand family funerals-
For a luxurious funeral belonging to her family
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Some graves have been removed, leaving them standing alone
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
Close to the entrance of the Hades
In childhood, many an idle stone-
She threw it in vain when she was young
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
There are tombs echoing at the door
She never shall force an echo more,
She needn't seek any further explanation
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
The poor son of sin thought with horror
It was the dead who groaned within.
It is the soul sighing and groaning in the tomb
