File : William Blake
Cumadóir: Benjamin Britten |
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. |
A Rós, tinn ataoi!
An phéist nach léir don tsúil Ag eitilt istoich’ Is an stoirm ag liú I do leaba atá De dhearg-lúcháir Agus scriosfaidh sé thú Le rún dubh a ghrá. |
2015-02-02
A Rós, tinn ataoi!
