В танце белом за мной летай
Вся любовь in your eyes
Забывает все мои memories
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
A warmth long gone floods my dead heart,
And all I thought forgot, unbidden
Returns, of me becomes a part...
Who are you, stranger?