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    The poet calls for his beloved to arise again from the waves of time with her golden hair and marble arms. Her pale face is shaded by a veil of sorrow. As he gazes into her eyes of wonder, he is lost in weeping. He pleads for her to once more emerge from the dark vapors so that he can clasp her to his heart and spend forever kissing her lips while holding her cold hand to his breast. However, she does not return from the darkness and her shadow fades amidst time's rolling waves, leaving the poet alone and reaching in vain for her shadow through the icy vapors.

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    The poet calls for his beloved to arise again from the waves of time with her golden hair and marble arms. Her pale face is shaded by a veil of sorrow. As he gazes into her eyes of wonder, he is lost in weeping. He pleads for her to once more emerge from the dark vapors so that he can clasp her to his heart and spend forever kissing her lips while holding her cold hand to his breast. However, she does not return from the darkness and her shadow fades amidst time's rolling waves, leaving the poet alone and reaching in vain for her shadow through the icy vapors.

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    The poet calls for his beloved to arise again from the waves of time with her golden hair and marble arms. Her pale face is shaded by a veil of sorrow. As he gazes into her eyes of wonder, he is lost in weeping. He pleads for her to once more emerge from the dark vapors so that he can clasp her to his heart and spend forever kissing her lips while holding her cold hand to his breast. However, she does not return from the darkness and her shadow fades amidst time's rolling waves, leaving the poet alone and reaching in vain for her shadow through the icy vapors.

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    The poet calls for his beloved to arise again from the waves of time with her golden hair and marble arms. Her pale face is shaded by a veil of sorrow. As he gazes into her eyes of wonder, he is lost in weeping. He pleads for her to once more emerge from the dark vapors so that he can clasp her to his heart and spend forever kissing her lips while holding her cold hand to his breast. However, she does not return from the darkness and her shadow fades amidst time's rolling waves, leaving the poet alone and reaching in vain for her shadow through the icy vapors.

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    THE WAVES OF TIME By MIHAI EMINESCU Arise again, beloved, out of the waves of time With your long

    golden tresses and marble arms sublime; Your face that now transparent and pale as wax is pale Is shaded by the shadow of sorrow's clinging veil! Your timid smile caressing does rest within my eyes, O star amidst fair women, o queen of starry skies; Your head upon your shoulder its wealth of beauty lays And in your eyes of wonder I'm lost and weeping gaze. Out of the void's dark vapours may you once more uprear, That to my heart I clasp you, beloved angel dear, That I in nameless weeping above your face may bend And on your lips forever my burning kisses spend. While your cold hand unheeding I clasp against my breast, Closer, yet still closer, against my bosom pressed. Alas, not thus the darkness gives back its own again; Now through its icy vapours I see your shadow wane. With hanging arms and helpless once more I am alone Before a dream unending of hours that have gone; In vain with arms outstretching my soul your shadow craves, Dear one, I cannot reach you amidst time's rolling waves. English version by Corneliu M. Popescu * Transcribed by Razvan Neacsu School No. 10, Focsani, Romania *

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