Poems of Bedros Duryan. Duryan Bedros

      I find there floating, clear and pale,

      My face! Its waters hold

      No other secret in their breast

      Than wavelets manifold.

      I heard a heart’s ethereal throb;

      It whispered tenderly:

      “ Dost thou desire a heart? ” it said.

      “ Beloved, come to me! ”

      I wished to love the zephyr soft

      That breathes o’er fields of bloom;

      It woundeth none, – a gentle soul

      Whose secret is perfume.

      So sweet it is, it has the power

      To nurse a myriad dreams;

      To mournful spirits, like the scent

      Of paradise it seems.

      Then from a sheaf of glowing flames

      To me a whisper stole :

      It murmured low, “ Dost thou desire

      To worship a pure soul? ”

      I wished to make the lyre alone

      My heart’s companion still,

      To know it as a loving friend,

      And guide its chords at will.

      But she drew near me, and I heard

      A whisper soft and low:

      “ Thy lyre is a cold heart,” she said,

      “ Thy love is only woe.”

      My spirit recognized her then;

      She beauty was, and fire,

      Pure as the stream, kind as the breeze,

      And faithful as the lyre.

      My soul, that from the path had erred,

      Spread wide its wings to soar,

      And bade the life of solitude

      Farewell forevermore.

      A galaxy of glances bright,

      A sweet bouquet of smiles,

      A crucible of melting words

      Bewitched me with their wiles!