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TIME OF THE SEASON
TO SUMMER
WILLIAM BLAKE
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard
Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car
Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs
Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on
Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy
Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:
Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.
Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:
Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:
Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:
We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,
Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,
Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.
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LJETU
Ti, što kroz naše prolaziš doline,
Obuzdaj svoje bijesne konje, smiri
Iz nozdrva im plamen! ti, o Ljeto,
Dizalo tu si često zlatni šator
I spavalo pod hrašćem, dok ti uda
Gledasmo žarka mi i cvjetnu kosu.
U najdubljem smo hladu slušat znali
Tvoj glas, dok podne vozi svoja kola
Ognjena preko nebesa; uz vrela
Sjedni, u vlažne doline nam, pokraj
Obale bistre rijeke, baci svoje
Svilene halje i potrči u nju:
Doline naše vole žarko Ljeto.
Slavan je naših barda strune zvon,
Mladići su nam jači od južnjaka,
Djevojke Ijepše u svom čilom plesu;
Imamo vedra glazbala i pjesme,
Jeke i vode čiste kao nebo,
I lovor-vijence protiv sparne žege.
PRIJEVOD:Luka Paljetak
Post je objavljen 07.07.2012. u 16:32 sati.