Years have trailed past like clouds over a country, And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever, And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery Which as a child filled me with wonder, Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me, And now these shadows try to recapture me In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour. These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain To find the right notes from the fading memory Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again. Everything’s disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain And you can no longer hear the voice of past harmony. Behind me time gathers … and I darken!
“Years Have Trailed Past…” – Mihai Eminescu