Elves
Crowned thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
Trail wooden deer familiar
On a black horse, a knight out.
His spur gold shines in the dark night;
And when he crosses a ray of moonlight shining
We see, a reflection of changing,
On her hair a silver helmet.
Crowned thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
They all surround a small swarm
Who in the air hover seems dumb.
- Bold Knight, the serene night,
Where are you going so late? said the young Queen.
evil spirits haunt the forests
Come dance instead on fresh grass.
Crowned with thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
- No! my fiancee eyed and sweet
expected, and tomorrow we will be husband.
Let me pass, Elves prairie
Who trample round floral foams;
not dwell far from my love, behold
already daybreak.
Crowned with thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
- Rest, Knight. I'll give
Opal magical golden ring,
And what is better than fame and fortune,
My dress spun in the moonlight.
- No! he said. - Go on! - And his white finger
It touches the heart the warrior trembling.
Crowned with thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
And under the spur from the dark horse.
He runs, he jumps up and goes without delay;
But the knight shivers and looks;
He sees on the road a white
Who walks quietly and holds out his arms
- Elf, spirit , demon, do not stop!
Crowned with thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
Do not stop, obnoxious ghost!
I will marry my beautiful with gentle eyes.
- O my dear husband, the grave eternal
Will our wedding bed, "she said.
I'm dead! - And he, seeing her thus,
anxiety and love fell dead, too.
Crowned with thyme and marjoram
joyous elves dancing on the plain.
CHARLES-MARIE Leconte de Lisle
Los Elfos
tomillo De hierbas y Rústicas Coronados,
los Alegres Elfos Bailan en los Prados.
the forest for hard and narrow path
dark horse in motion a gentleman.
His spurs shine at night bruna,
and, when he wraps his lightning moon
gleaming with bright flashing lights
silver helmet on his hair.
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
cheerful elves dancing in the meadows.
What light swarm all around him,
and moved swiftly into the air tacking.
"gentle knight, Dó going so fast?"
question Queen soft smile.
find ghosts and dragons everywhere;
see, and we will dance in the blue prairie.
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
cheerful elves dancing in the meadows.
"No! My fiancee, the beautiful eyes,
awaits me, and tomorrow we will be married.
Let me continue, Elves delighted
that holláis sheer moss in lawns.
Away, I'm away from my beloved, and
and brilliance of the day are announced. "
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
joyful dancing in the Elves meadows.
"It is, sir, I will give unto you choose
magical opal, the golden rings
and what better than fame and fortune:
my skirt, woven with moonbeams. "
"No," he says. "Then go!" And his white finger
touches your heart and infúndele fear.
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
cheerful elves dancing in the meadows.
And the dark horse, feeling the spur,
hand, runs, jumps, flies without delay;
but the knight, trembling, lean:
looks over a white path
the arms tends marching noiselessly.
"Let me, O demon, elf cursed!"
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
cheerful elves dancing in the meadows.
"Allow me, always hated ghost!
I will marry my fiancee. "
" Oh, my beloved husband, the grave perennial
be our solemn wedding bed! "
" I died! "Says her, and he, desperate
anguish of love and falls dead at his side.
herbs thyme and rustic crowned
cheerful elves dancing in the meadows.
RUBEN DARIO
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