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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.


By Sándor Petőfi (1823–1849)

Translation of Sir John Bowring

NIGHT of May! thou night of peace and silence,

When the moonlight silvers the starred vault;

Tell me then, blonde maiden! blue-eyed floweret,

Shining pearl! what thoughts thy heart assault.

Mine are misty dreamings, passing shadows;

But they keep me sleepless—crowning me

Like the monarch of a mighty kingdom,

And the crown is held, dear maid! is held by thee.

What a theft it were, and what a contrast

With the trashy purse that thieves purloin,

Could I steal these dreams, and then convert them

Into solid and substantial coin!